One second she was flat on her back, legs spread for him, his mouth devouring her like a fucking feast—
And the next?
He had her off the couch, lifting her like a prize he had every intention of claiming again.
Her breath hitched, a strangled gasp leaving her throat as his hands gripped theback of her thighs, holding her in place, keeping her flush against his chest.
"Chase—"Her voice broke, but he shut her up with a kiss so brutal, so deep, so fucking consuming, it obliterated every thought in her head.
His lips were hot, his beard was dripping, his hands everywhere, gripping, claiming, commanding.
Savannah wrapped her legs around him, her finger tangling into his hair, her body shaking as he carried her effortlessly up the stairs.
He wasn’t rushing.
He was taking his time.
Because this?
This was his moment.
His to control.
His to command.
His to make sure she never forgot.
Savannah’s breath was shredded, her chest rising and falling against his, her body pressed to his bare skin, melting into him, desperate for more.
“You think you can just tease me like that?” Chase’s voice was low, rough, dark, his lips brushing against her jaw as he climbed the stairs.
She gasped, her fingers clenching against his shoulders, her core pulsing as he took another step, his grip tightening under her thighs, pressing her harder against him.
“You thought you could get me on my knees?” His breath was hot, dangerous, his mouth grazing the shell of her ear.
She shivered, tightening her hold on him, her pulse pounding, aching, fucking starving for him.
“You thought you could take control?”
His teeth dragged over her pulse, and she whimpered, feeling the promise behind every word.
But then—
Then he reached the bedroom.
And fuck—
Savannah barely had time to register where they were before Chase threw her onto the bed, his body following instantly, pinning her down, his weight pressing her deep into the mattress.
Her breath was heavy, her skin flushed, her body aching for him—
But she wasn’t the only one.
Chase’s control was gone, obliterated the second he had her beneath him, open, waiting, fucking desperate.
His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide, exposing her completely, and Savannah swore she felt the air shift, the heat between them turning unbearable, suffocating, and so fucking consuming.
She felt him.
