Cornelia's POV
David's tongue slipped inside me with a hunger that made my breath catch. His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled me closer, as if he couldn't get enough of me.
A moan escaped my lips, and my fingers tangled in his dark hair. My free hand searched desperately for something to hold onto, finally finding the cold metal of the doorknob behind me.
The sounds filling the room were raw and primal, driving my desire even higher. His mouth worked against me like a man possessed, and every vibration from his groans sent electricity through my body.
"David," I gasped, my head falling back against the door. "I'm almost there."
The low rumble of his response against my skin nearly undid me completely. My grip on the doorknob tightened until my knuckles went white, the tension in my body building to an unbearable peak.
