The last shudder passes through your body, and you're left spent and sated in Annie's grasp. Her grip on your hair relaxes slightly as she leans back against the bar, panting heavily. She looks down at her hand, licked her fingers clean before pushing yourself away from the bar and turning to walk toward the exit. "Come on," she growls, gesturing for you to follow. "Let's get home."

Once they are out of sight of prying eyes, Annie turns to face you, her arm looping around your neck. "You're mine, remember that," she says softly, pressing her lips to yours. The kiss is passionate but gentle, teeming with the promise of more pleasure yet to come.

As the pair makes their way back to Annie's place, she can't help but smile to herself.