As before, Rebekah was unforgiving as she moved her hands down to curl her fingers in his shirt, grabbing handfuls of material before she yanked hard to rip it open. She was unapologetic about it too as she figured he could replace the shirt later.

Moaning softly against his lips, she raked her nails over his chest then, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to sting as they entered his bedroom.