Seleyena let out a pathetic, breathy whimper. Her thighs clenched fully together now, trapping the slippery heat between them as short, hot breaths escaped her parted lips.
Before she could completely collapse from the sheer, agonizing tension curling deep in her belly, his strong arms slipped seamlessly under her knees and behind her back.
A sudden princess carry.
She gasped loudly, her soft arms instinctively wrapping around his broad neck as her overheated body melted against his solid frame, sinking into him as if she belonged absolutely nowhere else.
Her soft thighs quivered against his forearm. Her already hard nipples pebbled even further, dragging friction against the thin silk of her blouse where it met his chest. And the possessive way he held her—flashing that same cocky, dangerous smirk down at her—made her want to tear the entire world apart if it meant she'd get to be thoroughly ruined by him next.
'N-no, control yourself or else...'
