Fucked Until My Throat Tore (Chocked). chocked

The city lights shimmered against the glass walls of the penthouse, painting the room in fractured gold and deep shadow. Raven stood by the window, the sleek fabric of her satin blouse hugging her curves, catching the faint glow. Every subtle movement sent ripples through the material, hinting at the tension she felt inside. Her fingers traced the edge of the glass absentmindedly, nails tapping in a rhythm only her racing heart could understand. Zane's presence was electric even before he stepped fully into the room.
The sharp line of his jaw, the confident set of his shoulders beneath his fitted shirt, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long-all of it made her pulse quicken. He moved closer, silent, deliberate, and the air seemed to thicken between them. Her breath hitched. Why does he do this to me? she thought, every nerve alive. The thought of him, of the heat and desire simmering just below her skin, sent shivers down her spine. "Raven." His voice was low, a husky tease that made her pulse jump.
She turned, meeting his eyes, feeling the magnetic pull that neither of them had admitted aloud. "Zane." Her voice was softer than she expected, almost a whisper, and she cursed herself inwardly for letting it betray her. The tension between them was sharp, electric. Every inch of their bodies seemed to hum with need, with anticipation, with unspoken longing. Raven's fingers twitched against the windowpane as Zane's hand hovered near hers, close enough that the heat from his palm almost brushed her skin. A soft moan escaped her lips, unintentional, and Zane smirked, leaning just slightly closer. "This room.
it's too small for the way I feel right now, " he murmured. Raven's chest rose and fell rapidly, heart hammering against her ribcage. The pull, the craving, the barely-contained desire-it was all consuming. And neither of them could deny it.