Phei's hands found her waist like they were forged for it—big, firm soft palms slamming under the hem of her crisp white blouse, fingers splaying wide and possessive across the hot, bare skin just above her skirt. No hesitation, no soft exploration—this was raw claim.
He gripped her hard, thumbs digging deep into the soft dips above her hip bones, fingers curling around the narrow curve of her sides like he was measuring exactly how perfectly she fit in his hold.
The strength was brutal—muscles flexing under his skin, bruising pressure that made her gasp sharp and high as he yanked her flush against him, crushing her body to his until her tits smashed against his chest and his hard cock ground thick and insistent against her lower belly through their clothes.
He took her backwards.
Maddie's back slammed into the cold marble edge of the island—the shock of freezing stone against her spine making her arch violently, a helpless whine tearing from her throat.
