“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her green eyes dark with want. “Please don’t stop. Not tonight.”
Something about this feels different, but I can’t put my finger on what—
The thought flickers through my mind, but then her mouth is on my throat and I lose the thread of it completely.
She kisses and nips at my neck, her teeth grazing my pulse point in a way that makes me groan. Her hands slide up my chest, and then she’s pushing me back against the pillows with a confidence that takesmy breath away. “Let me,” she says, and there’s something commanding in her voice that I’ve never heard before.
Wait, since when does Bree take charge like—
But then she’s straddling me, her hands mapping my chest with deliberate intent, and black Ether brushes across my skin like silk. The half-formed thought dissolves like smoke, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of her touch.
“You’re mine tonight,” she whispers against my ear, and the possessiveness in her voice sends heat straight through me. She bites gently at my earlobe, then trails her tongue down my throat.
I try to reach for her, to touch her the way I’ve dreamed of, but she catches my wrists and pins them above my head. “No,” she says, smiling down at me. “I want to explore first.”
The Bree I know would have blushed at saying something like that, would have hidden her face in embarrassment. But this version looks me straight in the eye, unashamed, as she leans down to kiss and bite her way across my chest.
This isn’t like her, something’s—
Silver-threaded darkness curls around my thoughts like fog, and suddenly the concern seems silly. This is Bree finally coming into her power, finally taking what she wants. This is everything I’ve hoped for.
She releases my wrists and sits back, her hands moving to the button of my jeans. “These need to come off,” she says with that same confident smile, and I lift my hips to help her pull them down along with my boxers.
Her remaining clothes follow quickly—pants, underwear—until we’re both completely bare. She slides down my body, and I watch,mesmerized, as she takes me in her mouth without hesitation. The sight of her like this—bold, confident, owning her desire—nearly undoes me.
Her lips wrap around my cock, tongue swirling around the head before she takes me deeper. She works me with her mouth and hands, alternating between slow, teasing licks and deep, hungry pulls that make my hips jerk involuntarily.
“Bree,” I gasp, but she just hums around me, the vibration making my vision blur.
When she pulls away, her lips are swollen and her smile is wicked. “I want to be on top,” she says, and climbs back up my body with feline grace.
She positions herself over me, taking my cock in her hand to guide me to her entrance. She’s already wet, and she sinks down slowly, taking me in completely. The moan she makes is pure satisfaction, like she’s claiming something that’s always been hers.
“God, you feel perfect,” she breathes, starting to move with a rhythm that drives me wild. She rides me like she owns me, hands braced on my chest, head thrown back in abandon.
I try to flip us over, to take control the way I always imagined I would our first time, but she presses her hands firmly against my chest, holding me down.
“Stay,” she commands, and something in her voice makes me obey without question.
She moves above me with increasing intensity, rolling her hips in a way that hits every perfect spot. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls starting to flutter around me, and I reach between us to touch her clit.
“Yes,” she hisses, grinding down harder against my hand. “Right there.”
When she comes, it’s with a cry of triumph that echoes through the room, her body clenching around me as she takes her release. The sight and feel of her coming undone above me pushes me over the edge.
Only then does she lean down to kiss me, allowing me to thrust up into her until I follow her over the edge, spilling myself inside her with a groan of her name.
Afterward, we lie tangled together in the mess of sheets and moonlight streaming through her windows. She traces lazy patterns on my chest with her fingertip, humming something low and tuneless under her breath. Something I don’t recognize.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard her hum before.
“That was…” I start, then stop because there aren’t words big enough.
“Worth the wait?” she suggests, and there’s laughter in her voice. Easy, comfortable laughter that makes my heart squeeze.
“Hell yes,” I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Definitely worth the wait.”
She tilts her face up to look at me, and her smile is radiant.
