Del Fantasma: White Russian

Tuesday shook her head and wove through the mass of tables to the handsome man at the bar. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Once at the counter she looked up into her ex-boyfriend, Gavriil Chimeras golden eyes. The flecks of red danced and sparkled as he looked down at her.
Gav, she said softly.
Hello, lubuv, you look gorgeous as always. Before she could stop him he leaned down and slipped an arm around her waist. With a hard pull, her body landed against his. He bent his head and took her lips in a possessive, dominating kiss that made her head swim and the world fade away around them. All her thoughts and senses were centered on the cool taste of peppermint on his tongue and the musky scent of his cologne. She groaned. Her hand came up to clutch the lapel of his coat. Tuesday melted against him.
The arm around her waist tightened. He buried a hand in her hair and took a fistful of her wavy tresses. He pulled her head back and kissed her harder. Gavriil took her bottom lip between his teeth and scraped the plump flesh before giving it a hard suck. She moaned at the burst of pleasure and pain. The arm around her waist loosened its hold and his hand meandered down her body. He kneaded her ass before giving it soft caress followed by a hard smack. Her cry was swallowed by his mouth. He repeated the action, spanking her again. The sting turned into heat, spreading through her body.
Her pussy clenched, needing something to fill it. She was slowly liquefying and burning up. He was drowning her in possessive fire and sweet passion. He released her lips to trail biting kisses down her neck. She groaned. The hold on his jacket increased, her knees shook with the effort to keep standing. He ground his erection against her abdomen. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. His hand caressed her ass again before giving it another sound smack. I need you Tuesday.
His words were rough and almost unintelligible. He pulled his head away from her neck and looked down at her. His golden eyes, flecked with red, burned with hungry fire.
Ill get my coat, she murmured softly.
Ill be waiting outside. Before he let her go, he caressed her face and his harsh, chiseled features softened. Ive missed you, dorogaya.
She nodded, Ive missed you too, Gavriil.