Adriano

Her back was still pinned to the cold wall, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths as I finally loosened my grip on her. The taste of her lingered on my tongue—sweet, addictive, and fucking mine.

She was mine. Every inch of her.

Her skin glistened where my mouth had claimed her, flushed and trembling, and I drank in the sight like a starving man. Every nerve in her body seemed alive under me, strung tight, and begging for more. And I loved it. I loved the ...