Adrian’s eyes darkened, his gaze fierce and hungry. Slowly, he lowered himself, settling on his knees between her open legs. He leaned forward, his breath ghosting over her skin, sending goosebumps racing across her bare flesh.

His hands skimmed up her thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin on the inside of her legs. Her body trembled at the touch, a reflexive response she couldn’t control. His fingers traced patterns that made her breath quicken, her skin tingling with anticipation.

His eyes held hers captive as he slowly removed her thong, his fingers lingering on her skin as he slid the fabric down her legs. The vulnerability of the moment hit her, but instead of fear, she felt a surge of power. He wanted her, and in that vulnerability, she held a different kind of strength.

Georgia’s eyes never left his as he straightened, tall before her. The urge to reach for him, to pull him close, was a tangible thing, but she resisted, wanting to draw out this moment, to savor the tension that had built between them.

His hands moved to the buttons of his dress shirt, deft and purposeful. Georgia watched, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths as he revealed more of his skin to her hungry gaze. The fabric fell open, baring the hard planes of his chest, dusted with a light scattering of hair that tapered down his abdomen.

The shirt slid from his shoulders, leaving him bare before her. The play of light and shadow across his muscular form sent a tremor through her. Adrian’s gaze was direct as he held her captive with nothing but his eyes.

Georgia felt a surge of desire so intense it threatened to consume her. This man, this undeniable force of nature, was all hers in this moment. The knowledge sent a fierce rush of possession through her, a mirror to the claiming he promised to deliver.

Adrian’s fingers curled around her hips, pushing the dress up, exposing more of her skin to his touch. He drew it up her stomach, briefly cupped her breasts, before drawing the dress off her completely.

She was laid bare for his inspection, and the vulnerability of the moment only fueled the heat curling through her.

The air thickened as their eyes met, his gaze searing her skin. She saw the same turbulent desire mirrored in that glacial stare, knew he wanted her just as fiercely as she ached for him.

Her pulse quickened as the silence was broken by the slow rasp of his zipper. The deliberate, intimate noises filled the room as her eyes remained fixed on him, waiting.

Slowly, he lowered himself, settling between her open legs. She could feel the hard length of him, his arousal pressing against her core. The sensation ignited a spark that turned her insides liquid.

Adrian leaned forward, his hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs brushing the soft skin on the inside of her legs.

She arched beneath him, but it wasn’t a resistance. It was an offering. An invitation. Her body, once so tense and guarded, now ached with need, craving his weight, his possession.

His fingers dug into her hips, steadying her, as he positioned himself. The tip of his erection brushed against her entrance, a teasing promise that made her back arch instinctively, silently begging for more.

And then, with a swift, deliberate thrust, he claimed her.