-LILIAN-
The study was a maelstrom of raw emotion, but as Alexander claimed me, the anger that had fueled my defiance began to twist into something else entirely. His kiss was rough, demanding, but beneath the force, I felt the desperate hunger of a mate long denied. My initial resistance melted, replaced by a shocking, visceral response. My hands, which had gripped his shoulders in protest, now clung to him, pulling him closer. My body arched against his, not in escape, but in an instinctive invitation.
He tore at my clothes, his movements urgent, fueled by a craving that consumed us both. There was no gentleness, no soft prelude. It was a primal claiming, a furious release of weeks of unspoken tension and unanswered desire. His lips, his hands, his body – everything moved with a posses
