Vince groaned against my lips, his hands roaming over my body with a possessiveness that left no doubt—he wanted me, needed me, and it terrified me how much I craved the same. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, grazing the bare skin of my waist, and I gasped, my back arching into him, desperate for more.
"Vince—" I started, but he silenced me with another kiss, this one slower, deeper, as if he was savoring the taste of me. His tongue swept into my mouth, and I moaned, the sound swallowed by his relentless desire.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, his voice low and dark. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Sophia?" His hand tightened in my hair, and he tilted my head back, exposing the column of my throat. "Every time I look at you..."
He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just hard enough to leave a mark, and I whimpered, my body reacting to him in ways I couldn't control. His other hand slipped lower, resting on my hip, his thumb tracing circles over the fabric of my pants.
"Vince," I gasped, my voice shaky. "We can't... not here..."
His laugh was low, predatory. "We can do whatever I want, Sophia." His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "And right now... I want to make you mine."
I should have been scared—terrified, even. But all I felt was an overwhelming desire, a need that matched his in intensity. His hand slid lower, fingers brushing the waistband of my pants, and my breath hitched, my body trembling with anticipation.
Vince's lips were on mine again, relentless and demanding, his hands gripping my waist with an intensity that made my whole body tremble. I was lost in him, in the heat of his kiss and the way his fingers dug into my skin, pulling me closer, as though he couldn't get enough.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt myself being lifted, Vince's strong arms wrapping around me effortlessly as he pulled me off the ground. His lips never left mine, the kiss deepening, growing more urgent as he carried me across the garden. I gasped against his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, holding on as if my life depended on it.
The world around us spun, but all I could focus on was him—on the way his muscles tensed beneath my fingers, the way his breath mingled with mine, hot and ragged as he carried me effortlessly through the shadows of the garden.
We reached a nearby bench, as Vince sat down with me still straddling him, my knees on either side of his hips. His hands moved to my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me even closer, grinding me against him. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through me as our kiss grew deeper, hungrier.
I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. My entire world was consumed by the heat of his body, the possessive way his hands roamed over me, pulling me into him, demanding more.
Vince pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his breath hot against my lips. His gaze was wild, dark with desire, and the intensity in his eyes made my heart race.
"You want this, Sophia," he growled, his voice dark and raw, every word vibrating with the promise of what was to come. "I see it in your eyes. I feel it every time I touch you."
I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them apart with brutal, possessive force. His eyes never left mine, daring me to deny him.
"Tell me you don't need this," Vince whispered, his fingers tracing the inside of my thighs, moving closer to the heat that was already pooling between my legs. "Tell me you don't want me to make you scream, and I'll stop."
But I couldn't. My body betrayed me, trembling with anticipation, and the thought of him stopping now was unbearable. I bit my lip, my breath shallow, desperate for him to take me—fully, completely.
Vince's lips twisted into a dark smile. "That's what I thought."
Before I could react, his hand slid lower, finding the waistband of my pants. His fingers traced along the edge, teasing the skin just below, making my breath hitch. I gasped as his touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric and brushing against the heat between my legs.
"You moan so beautifully, Sophia," he murmured against my lips. "But I want to make you to moan even louder."
His fingers continued their teasing exploration, moving in slow, deliberate circles that made me shiver with anticipation. He was driving me wild, his touch igniting a fire within me that I couldn't control. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, and every touch, every caress, only heightened the ache.
He trailed a single finger over the thin lace of my underwear, his touch light, teasing. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily, seeking more, but Vince wasn't going to give me what I wanted so easily.
"Patience, love," he murmured, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of neck. "You don't get to control this. Not today."
I whimpered, my fingers clutching at his coat as his mouth followed the path of my shoulder, placing gentle kisses along my collar bone, each one making my breath catch. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my underwear, and I bit back a moan as he pulled aside the fabric slightly, exposing me to him.
Vince's eyes darkened as he looked at me, raw desire burning in them. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin as he hovered just above my lips, so close that I could feel every exhale, every agonizing second of waiting.
"You're already wet for me," he said, his voice low and rough. "You want me to touch you, don't you?"
I nodded, unable to form coherent words as I felt his fingers ghost over the sensitive flesh, teasing me, torturing me with his restraint.
"No," Vince growled, his hand suddenly wrapping around the back of my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. "You don't get to nod. You tell me, Sophia. You beg me for what you want."
I gasped, my pulse quickening as his grip tightened just enough to leave me breathless, my thighs trembling as the ache between my legs became unbearable. His fingers pressed against my core, still teasing, still just out of reach of what I needed, and I was losing control. My body screamed for release, but Vince wasn't going to give it to me. Not yet.
"Tell me," he demanded again, his thumb brushing over my clit with devastating precision. "Tell me you need it."