He pulled me onto his lap, my legs wrapped around him as his hands gripped my back. I moved wildly, riding him like a wolf gone mad.
Every nerve in my body screamed for that bite, the final act that would seal us together. He leaned in, his sharp teeth grazing my neck, but he didn’t bite down.
My body was trembling. There was no logic left, no patience, no waiting for the right moment. All I wanted was that release, and it felt like the only thing in the world that could calm the storm inside me.
But then Adam took control again. His eyes shifted, and in an instant, he turned me around, thrusting himself into me from behind. It wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want the physical act anymore—I wanted him to claim me, to leave his mark. To make me his in the way I so desperately craved.
“
