Adrian's POV
I took her hand in mine.
Her skin was cool against my burning fingertips.
My intentions couldn't have been clearer.
I watched her internal struggle—knowing she should protest, yet something held her back.
My hand found its way inside her shirt, cupping the soft curve of her breast. I could feel her heart hammering wildly against my palm. When I gripped her breast tighter, I noticed how she seemed to lose the ability to speak.
My touch affected her. That knowledge sent a surge of primal satisfaction through me.
When I gave a gentle squeeze, she shivered and she arched subtly into my touch.
"You're mine," I breathed against her ear, my thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over her hardening n****e. "Every part of you belongs to me."
"Adrian~" The w
