The moment his lips slammed into hers, all the oxygen flooded out of her lungs.
It wasn’t gentle; it was a wild, chaotic reclamation. His mouth was hot, demanding, and utterly unyielding, crashing over her lips with a feral hunger that made her head spin.
A sharp, breathless gasp escaped her, and he instantly used it to deepen the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a wicked, devastating rhythm.
Her mind went entirely blank. The ghost of her doubts vanished under a tidal wave of pure, liquid heat.
Dorian groaned low in his chest, a vibration she felt straight through her own ribs. His hands came alive on her bare skin, setting her ablaze with every stroke, with every caress.
Her fingers tangled into his damp hair, pulling him closer, desperate to anchor herself against the storm he was stirring inside her.
He tasted like sin, like danger. His scent, cedar, rain, and the intoxicating musk of dominance, flooded her senses until she was entirely intoxicated.
"Dorian..." she whimpered against his mouth, the sound broken and desperate.
He didn’t let her speak. He swallowed the sound, his lips grinding against hers with an intense possessiveness that made her lower belly tighten with desire. His large, calloused hands slid down from her jaw, trailing a path of fire down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower.
When he cupped the full, soft swells of her breasts, she arched off the marble counter with a sharp, ragged moan, her nipples beading under the heat of his palms.
He let out a rough, gravelly growl against her lips, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks with a ruthless pressure that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight between her thighs. She was melting. She was completely undone.
He tore his mouth from hers, both of them panting heavily, their hot breaths mingling in the space between them. His pupils were completely swallowed by obsidian, a dangerous, primal light flashing in his gaze.
He dipped his head, his sharp jaw brushing her skin as his lips traveled down to her chest. He took one full, aching peak into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
She threw her head back against the tiled wall, her fingers clutching his shoulders so tightly her nails dug into his rigid muscle.
"Dorian," she moaned. "Please... ah..."
She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore. The friction of her bare thighs wrapped securely around his waist, and the heat of his hard length pressing directly against her aching core through his trousers, was driving her insane.
Dorian shifted, his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling her even harder against his groin. He rocked his hips into her once, a deliberate, erotic movement that made Alyssa catch a high, shattered gasp in her throat.
He kissed his way back up to her collarbone, his teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there, leaving tiny, possessive bite marks before his mouth found hers again.
This time, the kiss was frantic, wild, and utterly lawless. They were both clawing for air, their lips parting, sliding together, slick with heat and a sizzling attraction that felt like it would burn the whole bathroom down.
She writhed against him, her hips moving with a wild instinct she didn’t even recognize.
His fingers pressed into her skin with a bruising possessiveness, charting the slope of her hips and tracing the thick, gentle rise of her ass.
He dragged his mouth away from her lips a second time, both of them gasping for air, their chests heaving together. Her head fell back against the wall, her throat exposed and pulsing rapidly.
Dorian didn’t waste a second. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his tongue tasting her damp skin, leaving a slick, burning trail all the way down to her shoulder.
"Dorian..." she gasped, her voice breaking on a high, shattered sob. Her hands tightened in his hair, alternately pulling him closer and pushing him away as the pleasure grew too intense to bear.
He growled against her skin, his mouth traveling lower to torment her breasts again. He bit down gently on the sensitive peak of one breast, drawing a sharp, loud cry from her lips, before instantly soothing the sting with the hot swipe of his tongue.
He swirled around the hardened bud, sucking deep and hard, a rhythm that made her arch completely, her back bowing as liquid heat flooded between her legs.
She was completely slick, agonizingly empty, and entirely at his mercy.
Dorian shifted his weight, pressing his heavy frame directly between her parted thighs. The pressure of his throbbing member through the fabric of his trousers hit her sweet spot with devastating precision.
She let out a strangled moan, her ankles locking impossibly tighter around his waist, desperate to close the torturous millimeter of space remaining between them.
"Look at me," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked, deeper than she had ever heard it.
She forced her heavy, glazed eyelids open. The sight of him nearly made her cum right then and there. His jaw was clenched so tightly the muscles were ticking violently, and his chest was heaving like he had just run miles through the forest.
His hands lowered, one tracing the curve of her hip, the other dipping dangerously low toward the damp, aching heat blooming between her legs.
His calloused palm brushed through the curls at her apex until his long fingers finally touched her damp, swollen center.
She choked on a breath, her eyes widening as his middle finger slid over her slick heat, coating himself in her arousal.
"You’re so wet for me," he growled, his face inches from hers. He dipped a single finger inside her, finding her tight, burning heat.
"Ah! Dorian!" she cried out his name, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her nails digging into the rigid muscles of his broad back.
He didn’t stop. He stroked her, his thumb working the sensitive nub at her peak while his finger slid in and out of her tight passage in a slow, torturous rhythm.
Every slide of his hand drew a helpless, ragged sob from her throat. She was tossing her head from side to side, her body entirely consumed by the overwhelming sensation, spiraling rapidly toward a shattering peak.
He increased the pace, his thumb applying a ruthless, perfect pressure that had her hips jerking and grinding helplessly against his hand, meeting every thrust. He kissed her, devouring her breathless cries, his tongue mimicking the frantic, driving motion of his fingers.
The heat in the room was boiling over. Her walls clamped tightly around his finger, her breath catching as the first ripples of an explosive climax began to seize her core.
But suddenly, the rhythm stopped. He froze, his entire body going rigid as stone.
Alyssa whimpered, her hips lifting instinctively in a desperate search for his hand, but he forcefully ripped his fingers away from her soaked heat.
A harsh, terrifying growl rumbled from his chest, a sound that wasn’t human. It was deep, guttural, and vibrating with a dangerous, predatory power.
"Dorian...?" she panted, her vision blurry with unsatiated lust, her body trembling on the very edge of a release.
He stumbled backward, breaking the lock of her ankles around his waist. His hands flew to the edges of the marble counter, gripping the tiles so tightly that the veins in his forearms threatened to burst beneath his skin.
He threw his head back, whistling out a trembling, ragged breath as he fought for control.
When he finally looked back at her, Alyssa’s breath completely jammed in her throat. The lust in her veins instantly froze into a wave of pure terror.
The whites of his eyes were gone. The obsidian shade in his pupils had expanded, bleeding out until every corner of his eyes were pitch black.
The beast inside him was violently clawing its way to the surface, completely driven mad by the scent of her arousal and the urge to mark her. He was on the verge of snapping, of shifting right there in the bathroom and taking her by force.
"Get... out," he choked out, his voice a distorted blend of man and beast. His claws were practically fighting to break through his fingertips as he slammed his palm against the counter.
"Alyssa! Run!"