Adrien's eyes flashed with heat as he took in my reaction, a triumphant smirk twisting his lips. He leaned in, his mouth hovering over mine, his breath mingling with mine in a heady dance.
"Tell me, love," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want me to take you right here against this wall? Or would you prefer the bed?"
I could barely think straight, let alone form coherent words. All I knew was that I needed him—now. I arched into him, my hips grinding against his hardness, my hands clutching at his shirt, desperate for more.
"Bed," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely a whisper.
A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that vibrated straight through me. "The bed it is."
Then he dropped me onto the bed.
Not hard. Not gentle. Just urgent.
