Chapter One Hundred And Sixty Six
He lean in and kiss me again instinctively, my heels hooking behind his waist
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was pure fire—raw, hungry, and desperate, born from hours of forced restraint in front of a crowd. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming every inch of me with a fierce possessiveness that made my head spin. He tasted faintly of expensive whiskey, victory, and an underlying fury that always ignited something primal between us. His body was a wall of hard muscle pressing insistently against mine, and even through the layers of our formal clothes, I could feel his thick c**k already rock-hard and straining against his trousers, pressing directly against my aching center.
“f**k, I need you,” he growled against my lips, his voice a rough, broken rasp t
