“Be damned!” Adrian would growl as Sienna would peel herself from the covers shared with her first bedfellow; a man who still wore her scent upon his skin along with the scars left in their throes of passion. Her eyes would come to the disheveled state of the room, reminding her as he had kissed her neck upon his desk, lifted her leg around his waist at the wall, and kept her to the sill of his window and into the fabric of the bed once more; each time, claiming her as his woman until they would become spent in the tension having now been met several times in repetition. Only now, he seemed equally frustrated with that of his dull straight razor than he had been in his first interaction with her. She smirked at this before pulling her gown back over her body as he kept his back to her in t
