Neil's hand was shaking as he managed to set his plate aside, the world narrowing again to Regina's breath puffing against his face, the sound of her voice--that single word making him want with her fingers still wrapped around his wrist, to be possessed, to be claimed, to be owned, more than she already did...

She was so close all he had to do was lean forward and tip his head, and his mouth was on hers, hard and hungry and desperate as his free hand tangled in her hair to keep her close. It felt like he could breathe again while he was kissing her, there wasn't enough air if he couldn't...

Pressing her back onto the couch, Neil covered her body with his with a low moan, hips already rocking against her as he settled his body between her legs.