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“Been thinking about this cunt all day,” he growled against her throat, teeth grazing skin as he shoved her skirt up. Fingers tore lace aside—two plunged straight into her dripping heat. She cried out, thighs shaking, walls clenching greedily around him while his thumb circled her swollen clit.

She tasted like forbidden wine and bad decisions. His free hand ripped the top buttons of her blouse, palm roughly cupping her breast, thumb dragging hard over the stiff peak until she arched, whimpering into his kiss. Her hips bucked forward, chasing the thick, straining heat of him through denim.

The stairwell door clicked shut behind them. No words—just his hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back as he slammed her against the cold concrete wall. Her gasp turned into a moan when his mouth crashed onto hers, tongue forcing deep, claiming every inch like he owned it.