She dragged her nails over his thighs, working him harder, faster, letting him feel just how much she loved making him fall apart.
His breath hitched, his grip tightening, his entire body coiling like a predator about to strike—
And then suddenly, he was moving.
Fast. Violent. Possessive.
In one fluid motion, Chase grabbed her, flipped her onto the couch, and caged her in, his big hands pinning her wrists above her head as his mouth crashed into hers.
She moaned against his lips, the taste of him still on her tongue, the heat between them scorching, dangerous, too fucking much—
And yet, not enough.
Chase’s grip on her thighs was absolute—unyielding, dominant, pure fucking control.
He didn’t rush. Didn’t fumble. Didn’t hesitate.
Because she wasn’t just his for the taking—she was his to claim.
"You think you can tease me like that?" His voice was a low, dangerous growl against her lips, his breath hot, thick with dominance. His teeth scraped her bottom lip, punishing, possessive, before his hands dragged down her body, pushingher thighs apart, spreading her open like she was made for him.
Savannah’s breath hitched. "Maybe."
The smirk he gave her was lethal. "Then I guess it’s my turn, sweetheart."
She barely had time to register the shift before his mouth was on her throat, biting, sucking, marking. His hands held her down, fingers pressing into her skin, pinning her open beneath him. She wasn’t going anywhere.
And fuck, she didn’t want to.
"You’re already this wet?" His voice was all gravel and heat, fingers sliding beneath her shorts, teasing, barely touching, driving her insane. He pressed against her—firm, taunting—making her shudder beneath him.
"Just from sucking my cock?"
She whimpered, hips bucking, needing more, needing everything. Her hand slipped free, reaching down, fingers curling around his cock, desperate to guide him in.
Chase snatched her wrist, pinning it above her head, his body pressing her deeper into the cushions, keeping her trapped. Keeping her exactly where he wanted.
His gaze was lethal, burning straight through her. "I didn’t say you could do that, Monroe."
What the fuck. Why did just hearing him say that make her clench around nothing? Her body arched again, helpless against the heat surging through her veins.
His lips dragged along her jaw, slow, deliberate, the sharp graze of his teeth making her gasp. "You wanted this." His fingers stroked over her, pushing deeper, harder, but never enough. "You begged for it."
Savannah’s nails bit into his skin, thighs trembling, her body completely his.
"Give it to me," she breathed, voice wrecked, desperate.
Chase growled, the sound dark, feral, vibrating against her throat.
"I’ll give it to you," he gritted out. "Be a good fucking girl. Lay there and take it."
His fingers found her clit, teasing, tormenting, before plunging two fingers deep, stretching, curling, commanding.
She gasped, her back arching, moans spilling from her lips—raw, unfiltered.
He owned her.
His mouth crashed into hers, his tongue forcing past her lips as he fucked her with his fingers, each motion precise, punishing, deliberate.
