“Sam,” she whimpers pleadingly. xxx Her pupils are dilated. She wants him. Seriously?” Dean asks wrinkling his nose, his eyes going wide. He holds her still, preventing her from taking control. “Please, Sam,” she husks. “Hey, Sam,” she says in her haughty accent. So dark. It’s soft and almost druggingly slow. She’s far too eager to get back to the heat of Sam’s mouth. He decides to up the ante. Seriously?” Dean asks wrinkling his nose, his eyes going wide. “I…” she begins, distracted by the warmth of his breath at her throat. He startles her by lifting her away and setting her beside him. Her body, hot and slick, contracts around his.
