Her body crashed against Raven's. His free arm wrapped around her waist, hand immediately dropping to grab a handful of her ass through her pencil skirt. The fabric was tight, stretched across her curves, and his fingers dug in possessively. Groping. Claiming.
"W-wait—" Priya's hands came up, pressing against his chest. "I don't—I'm not—"
Raven silenced her with his mouth.
The kiss was violent. Consuming. His lips crashed against hers with enough force to make her head snap back. His tongue invaded immediately, not asking for permission, just taking. Claiming. Tasting.
Priya's eyes went wide. Then they fluttered. Then they started to roll back.
"Mmph—! Mmmnh—!"
Her protests turned to muffled moans almost instantly. Her body went rigid for one heartbeat, two—and then she melted. Just collapsed against him, her hands that had been pushing suddenly clutching at his shoulders for support.
