Julian
I didn't need to hear her say it twice. The second that "f**k it" left Olandria’s lips, the second her resolve shattered every ounce of restraint I’d been faking for months burned to ash.
I didn't lead her to the couch; I hauled her there. I gripped her under her thighs, her legs wrapping around my waist as I marched into the living room.
There was no time for the bedroom. There was no time for stairs. There was only the desperate, pounding need to reclaim what was mine.
I dropped her onto the plush cushions, but she didn't just lie there. She pulled me down on top of her, her mouth crashing against mine with a violence that made my head spin.
Her hands were everywhere, pulling at my white linen shirt. She traced the ridges of my abs, her touch like liquid fire against my sk
