He gripped her hips, his thumbs pressing into her skin, anchoring her to him.
He didn't wait for her permission this time. With a fluid, powerful roll of his lower body, Samuel surged upward, reversing their positions so rapidly that the wooden frame of the bed creaked beneath them.
Heena gasped softly at the sudden whiplash, her back hitting the soft mattress, but her lips instantly curved into a breathless, victorious smile as he pinned her down. Samuel leaned over her, shadowing her entirely beneath his broad frame, his pitch-black eyes burning with a terrifying level of absolute, unyielding devotion.
"Let me," Samuel whispered hoarsely against her lips, his breath hot and uneven.
Before she could offer a sarcastic retort, he slammed his mouth down onto hers, capturing her in a deep, bruising kiss that completely consumed her. It wasn't the gentle, careful touch he used when she was sleeping; this was a desperate, possessive claim.
