Her eyes flicked up to mine, wide and unwavering.
I gathered her hair in my fist, twisting it gently until her head tipped back, exposing her throat’s long, graceful line.
“Are you happy to see me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, her breath catching, her body straining subtly toward mine.
I bent, my mouth grazing her skin.
I dragged my tongue up the curve of her shoulder, tasting her skin as I traced a deliberate path to the edge of her jaw. Her pulse fluttered beneath my tongue—delicious, frantic.
I lifted her to her feet with a firm tug on her hair.
She winced, but obeyed—trembling, breath catching, undeniably alive.
Tilting her chin higher, I raked my teeth across her throat—notenough to break skin, but enough to make her freeze. A warning. A promise. A silent claim.
Then, I released her.
She shuddered, wiping my spit from her neck with shaking fingers, her eyes wide with something between arousal and fear.
I scanned the room like it belonged to me, as if it did. Alina’s body quivered, her breaths shallow and fast. The only sound breaking the charged silence was the thunder of her heartbeat, so loud it echoed in my ears.
My cock twitched with hunger.
I reached out, letting my fingers graze the line of her jaw. Her skin tingled beneath my touch as I leaned in, my voice a low rasp.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She blushed, lips parted, but no words came.
I smiled, amused by her silence, and stepped closer, pressing my body flush against hers. Her gasp was sharp and real as my hands slid around her waist, gripping her, claiming her.
“Do you want me to take you?” I murmured, my breath hot against her ear. “Shall I fuck you long and hard?”
“Yes,” she whispered, so soft it was nearly a breath. But I heard it. Felt it.
Her skin bloomed with heat as I claimed her mouth in a kiss that was more conquest than affection—deep, demanding, possessive. She melted into it, body surrendering completely.
Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, and I carried her across the room, never once releasing her lips.
I slammed her gently but firmly against the wall, the thud vibrating through both of us. My hands gripped her hips, grinding her against the hard line of my arousal.
My mouth claimed hers, tongue plunging deep, tasting her moans like nectar. My hands swept over her body, exploring every curve, teasing every inch until she was gasping, writhing, undone beneath my touch. Each stroke, each kiss, each grind of my hips dragged her closer to the edge, unraveling her piece by piece.
She clung to me, her body slick with desire, her breath ragged in my mouth.
She was mine in that moment.
Undone.
Devoted.
Desperate.
I stepped away just as her legs began to shake, her pleasure cresting. She sagged against the wall, eyes wide, lips parted, flushed and breathless. The need in her was unmistakable—written in the arch of her spine, the tremble in her thighs, the hunger in her stare.
But I wasn’t done playing.
