She heart the primal growl from his lips as they kissed, the sound arousing her still further. She felt so wanton, so eager for him- and she knew from the way he was kissing her and holding her, growling for her, that he wanted her too. He pulled her flush against his body, continued to grind against her, and it drove her wild, her hands fisting in his hair as she made out with him passionately.<br/><br/>Soon enough, the song changed again and they broke apart. As his fingers slid down her spine she shivered, flushed, and met his gaze, the yearning and lust naked in her gaze. Then again, a third kiss- this one making her moan as she practically went weak at the knees it was so intense. By the time they pulled back again she was a complete goner to him, lust gripping her. He lowered her hands from grasping him- and began to lead her through the throng of people. And Lyn followed, almost seeming hypnotized in her lustful state. That smile, that look, she would have followed him anywhere in that moment.<br/><br/>But they didn't go far, through the crowd, to the back of the room. Down a hallway. The music became distant and muffled, vibrating through the walls but no longer surrounding them. It was a high end club- so the back hallway was not dirty and grimy, just dark and secluded feeling, the walls a deep red. She drew closer to his side, until soon they reached the last door. He pulled her in- and before she knew it his body was against hers. Lyn gasped, feeling his cock through his pants shove against her thigh, his hips fitting between hers, her skirt hiking up around her waist. Her back hit the door, and his body was pressed against her. She groaned with desire- her lips meeting his in a wild passionate kiss, her arms wrapping around him once again, clinging to him, her hands sliding under his shirt down his back. As his tongue pressed against her lips she parted them, yielding to his touch. She trembled against him, feeling her breasts aching, her sex pulsing, her entire body burning for him. She writhed against him, her breasts rubbing his chest, her thighs open, her hips rubbing with his. And she moaned again, feeling the rough fabric of his pants right against her damp panties. She slid her hands around to his front and started to pull at his button up shirt, trying to undo buttons but not quite caring if a few just burst open as she worked to pull his shirt off, her touch impatient as they made out and rubbed against each other.