ADRIAN'S POV
The moment the door shut, I pressed him against the wall before he could even register the threat, before he could fully react to the closure of the space. I used one arm, coiled and ready, braced above his head, the other hand gripping his shoulder, holding his resistance in check. I did not need force; my body alone, the sheer density and proximity of it, was more than fucking enough. Every muscle in my chest was tight, coiled, ready. And I could feel his pulse racing a frantic, panicked rhythm under my fingertips every involuntary shiver and tremor, a delicious confirmation of the profound, shattering effect I had on him.
