There’s a rip across my chest as he yanks my blouse open, tearing it like paper. I’m surprised, but I’ve never been so horny in my life over something this primal; I grasp for his buttons instinctively. I try to get them open, but I’m not as smooth as he is with his Hulk-like clothes-ripping ability, and I’m fumbling. He’s all over me, caressing my curves and pulling me into him in new angles as he continues his possession of my body. His mouth runs over every inch of skin he can find while exposing more. We’re frantic and panting and lost in a passionate heat that’s leading to explosion....