~Annalyn POV~
Lucas's hands were rough when they seized me, he lifted me as though I weighed nothing, his muscles hard, veins showing under his skin. My legs wrapped around his waist without thinking, my nails digging into his shoulders and his lips crashed down on mine, biting, demanding, punishing. I could taste his anger, his jealousy, his desire all mixed together.
His body pressed me against the cold wall, and before I could resist, his cock was already sliding between my folds, rubbing my slickness. The heat of him burned, the tip nudging, circling, tormenting me. I gasped, arching, shame flooding my chest yet my body opened eagerly.
"Lucas…" My voice trembled, but he only growled low, "You are mine," before thrusting in with one hard stroke and my pussy swallow his cock without leave any space, it was deep inside me.
