Hovering above where I need him most.
“Last chance, Tahlia,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath scorching. “You say no, I stop. You say red, I leave. You say mine—and I wreck you until the only thing you remember is my name.”
My heart slams against my ribs. My thighs tremble.
And I look him dead in the eye.
“Wreck me.”
His grin is wolfish, wicked, starved for this moment.
Then he moves—and the world shatters around me.
His mouth crushes mine without warning.
Not tender. Not gentle.
It’s a punishment. A claim. A storm of control disguised as a kiss, and I’m caught in the eye of it, drowning in heat and humiliation as he swallows every sound I make, consuming my protests.
He doesn’t undress me gently. He drags the fabric out of his way like it’s offended him—tugging my top up over my breasts with one sharp yank, exposing me to the cold air and his hotter stare. My bra snaps a second later, his fingers ruthless and unbothered by seams or cost, just wanting access. Just skin. Just me. Bare and shaking.
He doesn’t let me cover myself.
Doesn’t let me hide from his gaze.
“I want you like this,” he says, breath rough. “Stripped. Open. Ashamed.”
My breath catches on the word, snagging in my throat.
He feels it, notices everything.
Smiles.
“And I want you to remember it,” he murmurs, tilting my chin so I can’t look away from him. “Remember how it felt to be nothing but heat in my hands. How wet you were. How badly you ached for me.”
His hands slides lower with purpose.
Not soft.
Not slow.
Just firm enough to make me whimper—and still not enough to satisfy.
He leans in, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “You’re going to stay right here whilst I watch. You’re going to let me use your body the way I own it. And when I stop, when I leave you shaking and soaked and begging… you’re going to thank me for that too.”
My thighs clench involuntarily.
He notices immediately.
“Oh? Is that where you want me?” he murmurs, dragging his fingers to the edge of my knickers but not touching what matters. “There?”
I nod, desperate and beyond pride.
He pulls back deliberately. Just a little. Enough to make me feel the absence.
“No,” he says, cold as steel. “You don’t get to want. You get what I give.”
Then he drops his mouth to my neck and bites.
