"Freya…" His voice was a rough murmur as she straddled him, her fingers working with impatient urgency to undo the buttons of his shirt. The heat of her body pressed against his was maddening, her breath warm against his collarbone as she leaned in.
"Fuck." The word tore from his throat in a growl when her teeth sank into the curve of his shoulder—sharp, possessive—while her hands roamed over the rigid planes of his abdomen, tracing every defined ridge as if memorizing him.
"Mine," she whispered against his skin, her lips charting a slow, exploratory path along his neck. She nipped at his jaw, licked the shell of his ear, her touch eager yet unpracticed—a mix of innocence and boldness that sent fire licking through his veins.
He exhaled sharply, fingers digging into the armrests o
