SERENA POV
I pulled him back and we stopped talking.
His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and rough, seven years of restraint snapping at once. I opened for him immediately, submissive, letting him take what he wanted. His hands gripped my face hard, then slid down to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse hammer against his palm.
“Mine,” he growled against my lips, the word raw. “f*****g finally mine.”
I whimpered, heat flooding between my legs. He shoved my jacket off my shoulders, then ripped my shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His hands were everywhere, possessive, claiming, palming my breasts roughly before yanking my bra down. When his mouth closed over my n****e, sucking hard, I arched with a broken moan.
He pushed me back onto the bed, looming over me
