Adriano
Her back was still pinned to the cold wall, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as I finally loosened my grip on her. The taste of her lingered on my tongue—sweet, addictive, and f*****g mine.
She was mine. Every inch of her.
Her skin glistened where my mouth had claimed her, flushed and trembling, and I drank in the sight like a starving man. Every nerve in her body seemed alive under me, strung tight, and begging for more. And I loved it. I loved the way she yielded to me, the way her body betrayed how much she craved me.
When I rose to my feet, I locked my gaze on hers. Dark. Consuming. Dangerous. She was trapped in it—exactly where I wanted her.
“I love the way you look right now,” I groaned, unable to stop myself from reaching for her. I gripped her hand, tuggi
