“Mine,” he growled into my mouth, the word vibrating against my lips. His teeth caught my bottom lip and bit, sharp enough to sting, pulling a moan out of me that he swallowed greedily.
Blind, I clutched at him, nails raking over hot skin, every nerve ending sparking from the sheer loss of control. He owned this moment, owned me, and I could do nothing but yield. His tongue slid against mine, hot, claiming, letting me clearly know everything he wanted to do to me tonight.
When he finally tore his mouth from mine, I was dizzy, panting, lips wet and swollen. He spun me effortlessly, pressing my back against his chest, his body hard and unrelenting, his heat searing into me.
One strong arm banded across my stomach, pinning me to him. The other slid up, knuckles grazing my throat, not choki
