Chapter 7

Katie lay boneless and panting, her body humming with the fading echoes of her climax. Before she could even process the aftershocks, Destiny moved gracefully, stretching out beside her on the silken cushions. Her eyes, still blazing with possession, locked onto Katie’s. “You taste so good,” Destiny murmured, her voice thick with honey and lust. She closed the small distance between them and captured Katie’s lips in a deep, claiming kiss.

Katie moaned into her mouth, the taste of herself—musky and sweet—mingling with Destiny’s own unique flavor. It was intoxicating, a carnal cocktail that sent a fresh surge of heat straight to her core. The kiss deepened, turning feverish and hungry, tongues tangling with a raw urgency that spoke of unfinished business.

Fueled by a newfound boldness, a reciprocal need to climax, Katie broke the kiss and rose, straddling Destiny’s curvy hips. She pinned Destiny’s wrists gently but firmly above her head against the cushions, earning a dark, delighted chuckle from the woman beneath her. “Oh, taking control, are we?” Destiny purred, her eyes flashing with challenge and approval.