The kiss was angry, possessive, claiming. His other hand gripped her hip, pulling her flush against him. She could feel him, already hard, and heat flooded through her despite her anger.
"You're jealous," he said against her lips, his voice rough with satisfaction. "You actually care."
"Of course I care, you idiot," she gasped as his mouth moved to her neck. "How can you not see that I—"
She stopped herself before she could finish. Before she could admit what had become painfully obvious over the past four months.
"Don't lie to me," he growled, backing her up until she hit the wall. His hands were already working the zipper of her dress. "Don't lie to yourself. You want me."
"Wanting you doesn't mean I like you," she shot back, even as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
"Good." His smile was feral as he pushed her dress down, leaving her in just her bra and panties. "Because I don't need you to like me. I just need you to be mine."
He spun her around, pressing her against the wall with his body. His hands roamed her curves, possessive and demanding.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice dark in her ear. "My attention? My focus?"
"Yes," she admitted, beyond pride now.
"Then you have it." He unhooked her bra with one hand, tossing it aside. "Every inch of my attention. Every ounce of my focus. All of it on you."
His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks. She arched back against him, feeling the hard length of him pressed against her.
"Sidharth," she breathed.
"That's right. My name. Not anyone else's." He nipped at her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. "Mine."
He hooked his fingers in her panties, dragging them down her legs. The sound of his belt buckle was loud in the quiet library, followed by the rustle of fabric as he freed himself.
"Hands on the wall," he commanded. "Spread your legs."
She obeyed, her body thrumming with anticipation. She felt him position himself at her entrance, the blunt head of his cock teasing her.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please what?" His hand fisted in her hair, gentle but firm, tilting her head back. "Tell me what you want."
"You. I want you."
"And who do you belong to?"
"You," she gasped as he pushed inside, inch by torturous inch. "I belong to you."
"Don't forget it." He bottomed out, filling her completely, and they both groaned. "Every time you see Mihika touch me, remember this. Remember who I come home to. Who I fuck. Who I think about when—"
He stopped himself, but he'd said enough.
He started to move, hard and fast and claiming. One hand stayed in her hair while the other gripped her hip, holding her in place as he drove into her again and again.
"You like this," he said, his voice strained with pleasure and restraint. "Being taken like this. Knowing I need you so badly I can't even make it to a bed."
She did like it. Loved it, even. The raw intensity, the desperation, the way he couldn't control himself around her.
His hand left her hip, sliding around to find her clit. He rubbed circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and Advika felt her orgasm building fast.
"Come for me," he commanded. "Show me you're mine."
She shattered, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through her. He followed seconds later, his groan muffled against her neck as he emptied himself inside her.
