Pressure, constant, unyielding pressure as he angled her head with the hand that had caught her jaw, fingers splayed along the delicate line of her throat. His thumb pressed against the hinge of her jaw, controlling the tilt, deepening the kiss with deliberate intent. Every adjustment sent new sparks racing down her spine.
His other hand locked around her wrist mid-air where she'd been reaching for the model, fingers circling the delicate bones and pinning it between their bodies. She could feel her own pulse hammering against his palm, betraying every emotion she refused to voice.. Trapped. Claimed. Held.
His remaining arm braced hard at her lower back, hand splayed wide across her spine, fingers pressing into silk and skin with possessive certainty. He pulled her into the full, unyielding line of his body as if the space between them had never been allowed to exist in the first place, as if they'd always been meant to fit together exactly like this.
