Y/N's pov

“fuck… you kiss like you were made for it.”

before i could speak, his lips were on my jaw, then lower — trailing fire down my neck, biting lightly, sucking once before laving it with his tongue.

and then— his hand. low. possessive. sliding past the hem of my rain-soaked skirt, fingers gliding along my thigh like he had every right to be there. he didn’t even bother slipping under.

he just cupped me — palm flat, fingers spread, pressing hard right over my panties. the contact was electric. fi!thy. perfect. i gasped, legs trembling instantly, knees almost buckling from the raw, direct pressure.

his breath hit my ear, warm and heavy, the words dragging over me like silk laced with sin.