He pinched it hard, twisting just enough to make her whimper into his mouth, then slid lower, fumbling with the button of her jeans. He didn’t ask for permission. 

He didn’t have to—her own hands were already tearing at his belt, fingers shaking with desperation as she yanked it open. The sound of zippers rasping down, of ragged breathing and the distant thump of party music, filled the silence of the quiet room, amplifying every frantic movement.

He broke the kiss suddenly, spinning her around with a forceful twist of her hips, pressing her chest flush against the cool, textured wall. The rough surface scraped against her shirt, a stark...