The limo finally pulled up in front of the hotel, the bright lights of the building casting a glow on the night. Tee didn't immediately release me, his eyes still glued to mine, filled with a mixture of anger and desire.

Tee's grip on my wrist was firm, almost too tight, as he led me through the hotel towards his room. I could feel his tension, his possessive fury, radiating off him with every step. He was silent, his jaw clenched tight, his gaze straight ahead as he practically dragged me behind him.

We reached his room, and without a word, he unlocked the door and pushed it open with more force than necessary. He ushered me in, his hand still on my wrist, his body nearly flush against my back.

The room was spacious and lavishly appointed, with a king-sized bed, a flat screen TV, and a view of the city skyline visible through the large windows. Tee closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing loudly in the quiet room.

He didn't release me immediately, instead spinning me around so that we were facing each other. He pushed me back against the door, pinning me there with the weight of his body.

I stared up at him, my breath coming in short gasps as he pressed me against the door. A million questions were buzzing through my head, but all I could manage was a slightly breathless "What are you doing?"

Tee leaned in, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm showing you who you belong to."

I parted my lips to speak, but before I could utter a word, Tee's mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was hard and demanding, his tongue delving into my mouth with a possessive hunger.

I let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan, my body melting into his despite my best efforts. His hands were on me, roaming over my curves, caressing and claiming every inch of me.

He pressed me harder against the door, the wood cool against my back, his body like a furnace against mine as he deepened the kiss. I could feel his desire, his need, pouring off him, making me dizzy with want.

He broke the kiss, his lips moving down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands were under my dress now, his fingers skimming over the sensitive skin of my thighs, making me shiver.

"You're mine," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I don't care if you like it or not. You belong to me."

My body was responding to his words, my breath coming in short gasps, my pulse racing. I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs, the fabric of my underwear growing damp with desire.

Tee seemed to sense it, his hands gliding up higher on my thighs, his fingers teasing the edge of my underwear. He bit down on my neck, his teeth leaving a mark on my tender skin, and I gasped, my body arching against him involuntarily.

"That's it," he grunted, his voice rough with need. "No more pretending you don't want this, princess. You're mine, and I'm going to take what's mine."

Tee's hands were everywhere, stripping me of my dress, his fingers skillful and impatient. The dress fell in a heap around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties, exposed to his hungry gaze.

His eyes roamed over my body, dark with desire and possession. "So damn perfect," he muttered, his hands roaming over my curves, his touch setting my skin on fire.

Tee lifted me into his arms with surprising ease, making me gasp in surprise at the sudden shift in position. In the blink of an eye, he had carried me out onto the balcony, the cool night air sending a shiver through me.

He sat down in one of the chairs, pulling me onto his lap so that I was straddling him, my legs on either side of his hips. He looked up at me, his expression intense, his eyes dark with hunger.

I giggled softly, aware of the danger of someone overhearing us, but too drunk on desire to care. "Shh," I whispered, bringing my lips close to his ear. "Someone might hear us."

Tee just chuckled, his hands roaming over my bare back. "Let them hear," he growled, his hands gripping my hips tighter. "I don't care. Everyone should know you're mine."

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, his lips were on mine again, his tongue delving into my mouth with a possessive fervor. I was trapped, ensnared in his arms, completely at his mercy.

He shifted me in his lap, grinding his hips against mine, making me gasp. I could feel the hardness of his erection through the fabric of his pants, the sensation sending a shiver up my spine.

His hands wandered down, caressing my thighs, his touch sending sparks flying through my veins. His lips left my mouth, trailing down my neck, his teeth nipping and marking the sensitive skin.

I was lost in a sea of sensations, my mind surrendering to the pleasure he was evoking in me. His touch was like a drug, addictive and alluring, making me forget everything except the need for him.

Tee took advantage of our new position, his hands swiftly unclasping my bra, his fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of my nipples. I gasped, my body was aflame under his touch, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. He pinched my nipples lightly, rolling them between his fingers, his gaze dark and hungry as he watched my reaction. "You like that, princess?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

I nodded, unable to form words, too lost in the sensations he was evoking in me. My hands clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I tried to anchor myself.

Tee noticed my reaction and pulled back, his hands going still on my body. "Slow down, princess," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We have all night. I don't want to rush this."

I protested, my body writhing under his touch, desperate for more. "But I want you," I said, my voice a whine. "I need you, Tee. Now."

He chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief and desire. "Patience, princess," he said, his hands holding me in place. "You'll get what you want, I promise. But we're going to take our time and enjoy every second of this."

To distract myself, I leaned down and began to kiss his neck, my lips trailing over his skin, my teeth nipping at the sensitive spot just below his ear. I could feel his reaction, his body growing tenser under my touch, his grip on me tightening.

He allowed me to have my fun for a few moments, a soft moan escaping his lips as I continued to tease him. But then he abruptly flipped our positions, pinning me down onto the chair, his body covering mine.

"My turn," he said, his voice a low growl. "Let me take care of you now."

He began to trail kisses down my body, his lips moving over my neck, my chest, my stomach, his hands roaming everywhere, igniting a fire wherever they touched.

His mouth reached the edge of my panties, and he lingered there, his breath hot on my skin. "These," he said, his voice a ragged whisper, "Have got to go."

He grasped the fabric with his teeth, and ripped it off me, the sound of tearing fabric echoed through the air. I gasped, my body arching up against him, the suddenness of his action sending a jolt of desire through me.

With a flick of his wrist, Tee threw my ruined panties into the night air, sending them flying over the edge of the balcony. I watched them sail through the air, a small shiver running down my spine at the sight.

Tee returned his attention to me, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at me. "I've been waiting all night to taste you, princess," he said, his voice a low rumble.

My body quivered at his words, my breath coming in short gasps as I anticipated what was to come. He smirked at my reaction, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading my legs wider.

His head dipped down, his eyes fixed on mine as he slowly sank lower, his tongue darting out to tease my sensitive flesh. I let out a gasp, my body arching up towards him, my hands clutching the chair beneath me.

His mouth was like fire, his tongue circling and caressing my most sensitive area, setting my nerves ablaze with pleasure. He took his time, his attention focused solely on me, his hands holding me in place as he worshipped me with his mouth. I was a writhing, panting mess beneath him, completely at his mercy, lost in the pleasurable sensations he was evoking in me.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, his mouth still working against me. "You're mine," he said, his voice rough with need. "Say it. Say you belong to me."

I was past the point of denying it, completely under his control. "I'm yours," I gasped, my voice a ragged whisper. "I belong to you, Tee. I'm yours."

He growled, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. "Good girl," he said, his words sending a shiver through me. "That's what I like to hear."

He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and hands working in tandem to drive me higher and higher towards release, my body writhing and arching underneath him. I was on edge, teetering on the brink, my entire world reduced to the sensations he was evoking in me.

Tee suddenly pulled back, his mouth leaving my body, leaving me hovering on the precipice of ecstasy. I let out a sound of protest, my body arching up towards him, desperate for release.

He looked up at me, a smug look on his face, his eyes glittering with triumph. "Not yet, princess," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "I'm not done with you yet."

Tee looked down at me, his expression intense as he began to undress. His hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it, revealing his toned, muscular tattooed chest. Then he moved to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them, slipping them off his hips and letting them pool at his feet.

Tee lifted me up, pulling me up so that I was straddling him again, my bare skin pressed against his. He was completely bare now, nothing separating us, and the feeling of his naked body against mine was electric.

His hands were on my hips, holding me in place, his fingers digging into my skin with a possessive need. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice low and gruff.

I obeyed, my body moving on instinct, grinding against him, seeking the friction I craved. His hands guided me, helping me find the rhythm we both desperately needed.

His eyes never left my face, fixated on every expression, every gasp and moan that escaped my lips. His hands roamed my body, touching and caressing, claiming every inch of me as his.

I gasped in shock as Tee suddenly wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up, his incredible strength making it seem effortless. He held me over the edge of the balcony, my feet dangling in the open air, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

He spun me around so that I was facing the cityscape spread out before us, the lights of the city sparkling in the distance. The height was dizzying, the ground far below, but I felt no fear, only trust in him.

His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he positioned himself behind me. The cool night air felt like a caress against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body against my back.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a low growl. "Hold on, princess," he said, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

He lifted me up, adjusting me until I was hovering just above him. I braced myself against the balcony rail, my fingers gripping the cold metal, my body quivering with anticipation.

"Take me," I moaned, my words a mixture of pleading and command. "I want to feel you, Tee. All of you."

He didn't need any further encouragement. With one swift, powerful stroke, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, my body adjusting to his size. The sensations were overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that bordered on intensity.

There was a primal urgency in our coupling now, an edge of anger and need that fueled our passion. Every thrust was rougher, harder, a desperate need to possess and claim. I dug my nails into the railing, holding on for dear life as he drove into me, my body responding with a fervor that matched his.

He was relentless, his mouth at my neck, his teeth nipping and biting at my skin, leaving marks that I knew would linger for days.

His breath was ragged in my ear, his words a guttural mix of praise and possession. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and raw. "Mine, princess. Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped, my head falling back, my body arching against him.

His grip on me tightened, his hands bruising, and I knew that he was nearing his limit. He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate as I hovered on the edge of oblivion, my body taut and trembling, awaiting release.

Tee leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low, rough growl. "Let go, princess. I've got you."

His words pushed me over the edge, and I let go, my body clenching around him, my cry of release mixing with the sounds of the city below, as the waves of pleasure washed over me, my body trembling with aftershocks, I vaguely registered the sound of raindrops pattering on the concrete below us.

As I was still reeling from the intensity of my release, Tee's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more uneven, his hands gripping my hips harder. I could feel his breathing grow ragged, his body tensing against mine as he neared his own release.

With a guttural groan, he slammed into me once more, his body shaking as he spilled himself inside me, marking me as his own. We were panting together now, our bodies slick with sweat and rain, our hearts racing as we came down from the high.

As we both began to regain our bearings, Tee chuckled softly in my ear. "You made quite a mess," he said, his voice a mix of pride and amusement.

I glanced down at the ground below, and saw the wet streaks on the concrete, evidence of our passion. I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, but also secretly proud.

Tee's arms encircled my waist, pulling me back against him, holding me protectively. "Don't be embarrassed, princess," he said, his lips against my ear. "I love that I can make you feel that way."

Slowly, carefully, Tee eased me back onto the solid ground inside the hotel room, my legs still shaky from the experience. We stood there for a moment, holding each other, our bodies hot and slick and trembling.

As we stood there, catching our breath, I remembered the harsh version of Tee that I had seen earlier. "What happened to the rude bastard you were earlier?" I asked, my voice still a little shaky.

Tee chuckled, his arms still wrapped around me. "I guess I just like to keep you on your toes, princess," he said, his tone playful. "I like seeing just how far I can push you before you break."

I playfully smacked him on the chest, a small smile on my lips. "You're a tease," I said, my voice a mix of mock annoyance and genuine affection.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, his lips gentle against my skin. "And you love it," he said, his voice low and gravelly.

I huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but the effect was ruined by the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. "I still hate you," I said, my words lacking any real conviction.

Tee laughed, clearly enjoying my feigned anger. "No you don't," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You love it when I push your buttons, princess. Admit it."

I stuck out my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting that he was right. "Nope. I definitely hate you. You're the worst," I said, my voice dripping with annoyance.

As Tee and I were still exchanging playful banter, my phone rang, interrupting our conversation. I groaned, not wanting to deal with the outside world, but answered the call anyway.

As I answered the phone, I heard Hannah's voice on the other end, sounding a little groggy but also amused. "Hey, are you awake?" she asked, her tone a little playful.

"Yeah, I'm awake," I said, rolling my eyes but also fighting back a smile. "What's up?" "I can't sleep," Hannah said, her voice a little whiny. "These people in the next room are having the time of their lives in bed, and it's keeping me awake."

I laughed, knowing exactly who she was referring to. "Yeah, I know who you're talking about," I said, glancing over at Tee, who was lounging on the bed, shamelessly listening to our conversation.

Hannah groaned on the phone, sounding miserable. "Can you talk to them? Tell them to keep it down? I have a flight tomorrow, and Jacoby is asleep."

I chuckled at her pleading tone. "Yeah, I can talk to them," I said, shooting a look over at Tee, who was looking amused by the whole situation. "Thank you!" Hannah said, her voice full of relief. "I owe you one. Just make them quiet down, please."

"Don't worry," I said, fighting back a smile. "I'll take care of it. Go get some sleep." I hung up the phone, shaking my head at Hannah's predicament, and turned to Tee. "Looks like our lovemaking is disturbing the neighbors," I said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

Tee chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "What can I say? We're just that good," he said, his tone cocky and unapologetic.

I shook my head, realizing that I couldn't exactly go out in the hallway wearing just a bathrobe and a towel. "I need to get some clothes," I said to Tee. "Can I borrow something?"

Tee looked me up and down, his eyes raking over my body in a way that made me shiver. "I don't know," he said, his voice gruff. "You look pretty good in what you're wearing right now."

I rolled my eyes, but I could feel a warmth pooling in my stomach at his words. "Be serious," I said, trying to sound stern. "I need to put on some actual clothes."

Tee relented with a sigh, sitting up from the bed. "Fine," he said, his voice resigned. "But I'm definitely going to miss this view." He got up and walked over to his suitcase, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Here," he said, handing them to me. "These should fit you."

I took the clothes from him, holding them against my body to check the size. They looked too big for me, but they would do. "Thanks," I said, feeling a little reluctant to cover up.

Tee's eyes lingered on my body, drinking me in as I held the clothes. "I still think you look better naked," he said, his voice a low, intimate purr.

I put on the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, the fabric soft against my skin. They smelled like Tee, his musky, masculine scent clinging to them, which only made them more comfortable.

I headed towards the door, feeling a little self-conscious in my borrowed clothes, but also feeling a strange sense of comfort in having his scent surrounding me.

I sent Tee a small wave as I walked out the door, feeling his eyes on me as I made my way down the hall. I could still feel his presence around me, in the clothes that I wore, in the marks on my skin.

I entered my room, shutting the door behind me, and collapsed onto the bed. My body was still thrumming with the aftermath of our encounter, my skin still sensitive, my muscles still shaking slightly.

I quickly drifted off to sleep, my body weary and spent from the night's activities. The scent of Tee's clothes surrounded me, wrapping me in a comforting cocoon as I succumbed to exhaustion.