Michael had always considered himself a patient man, especially in situations like these.
He'd always been calm, cool and collected, even when a girl would strip in front of him and shamelessly threw herself at him, but with Vanessa, all those principles had flown out the window, replaced by an animalistic lust that could be seen in the way his eyes stared down at her naked body.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked, his voice low and husky. Vanessa couldn't help the shudder that ran through her body at the way his voice sounded, but she didn't shy away from his gaze.
She nodded her head slowly, her fingers gripping the sheets as she answered.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" He asked, his face leaning closer, the heat of his breath fanning across her face.
"Yes, Michael, I want you." She confessed, her face aflame, but her gaze never wavering. Hearing her words, the last bits of self-control he had left disappeared and he claimed her lips.