Chapter 280

Her hands clutched at his shirt, her nails digging into his skin as he lifted her, pressing her against the cool wall. "Fuck, Riyana," he groaned, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking, biting, marking her as his. Each touch, each kiss, was a claim, a declaration of ownership that sent a rush of heat through her veins. She arched into him, her body responding to his touch with a hunger that matched his own. Her skirt hiked up, his hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet, her core throbbing with anticipation. "You’re mine," he snarled, his fingers dipping into her, rough and relentless. He fingered her with a urgency that left her breathless, her moans echoing off the walls as her body trembled against his. He shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside like it no longer mattered. The sound of it hitting the floor was soft, but to Riyana it felt loud, final. Then his fingers moved to his shirt. One button, then another. He didn’t rush, yet his breathing was already uneven