The wall was cold against her back, a stark contrast to the fire licking beneath her skin. But he wasn't letting her go. Not yet. Not when she was pinned between his body and the unyielding surface, trapped in a game of slow torture, of breathless anticipation.
His fingers trailed down her waist, agonizingly slow, like he was memorizing every inch of her, like he wanted to carve his touch into her skin. His grip tightened just enough to keep her still, to remind her that in this moment, she belonged to him-to his touch, his heat, his unspoken promises.
"Tell me," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me how much you want this."
Her breath caught, but he didn't give in so easily. He wanted her desperate, trembling, completely undone before he'd grant her what she craved. The space between them was nothing, yet it was everything-an unbearable distance that only he could close.
And when he did-when his lips finally found hers-it wasn't just a kiss. It was raw, deep, possessive. His hands explored with a deliberate hunger, pressing her harder against the wall, claiming her inch by inch. The air pulsed with something electric, something darkly addictive, something that whispered she was his, and there was no turning back.
And against that wall, she knew-she never wanted to escape.
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