"So wet for me," he whispers, thumb moving in slow, purposive circles. "So perfect."
His mouth continues its assault on my breasts, switching between gentle kisses and firm suction that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. Every sensation builds on the last, creating a symphony of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me.
"You taste like heaven," he murmurs between kisses.
His thumb increases its pressure, circles becoming tighter, more focused. The coil of tension in my stomach winds impossibly tight.
"I'll make you cum with my hands and my mouth until you beg for more."
The promise in his voice, combined with the skilled movement of his thumb and the heat of his mouth on my breast, sends me spiraling over the edge. I shatter beneath him, his name falling from my lips.
He doesn't stop, drawing out every last tremor until I'm boneless and gasping. Only then does he lift his head, gray eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches me come apart.
"You're mine. Mine in this world, and in every one that comes after."
My hands fist in his shirt, and I can't tell if I'm breathing him in or drowning in him. Maybe both.
His hand lingers on my thigh, steady even as my body still trembles. His gaze pins me, storm-dark and unyielding.
"I've touched you like glass, Solnishko. Careful. Breakable. Next time, I will touch you like fire, and you will burn with me. This was restraint." His thumb brushes my lower lip, a slow, deliberate tease that unravels me. "Soon I will give you everything I have been holding back, and you will beg me for it."
Chapter 12
Two Worlds
Anton:
Power isn't in the taking. It's in the waiting. And when the craving hits, she'll know exactly who she wants.
I watch her from the doorway. Fee shifts in my bed, one bare leg escaping the sheets.
I carried her from the table to my bed, her body still trembling against my chest. The memory of last night hits hard, how I'd laid her on these sheets and took my time until she was pleading for more.
"Please, Anton." Her voice. Raw. Breathless. Fingers running through my hair, pulling me closer even as she begged.
But I'd held back. Made her come apart while she clawed at my shoulders, desperate for all of me. The restraint nearly killed me, watching her arch off the bed, hearing my name break from her lips.
She said she's leaving. Providence. Her sister. Her father wants her home.
Nothing forced ever lasts, and Fee's had her fair share of chains. Every man in her life has decided what's best for her. I won't be another.
I want her to stay, but only if it's her choice.
I set the small box beside her pillow, which I should've given her on our first date. The card holds what I should've said sooner.
Reality never stays gone for long. Months of preparing, of getting ready for her, and this is how it happens. Not how I wanted her to remember it.
She's open just enough to let me in again, and now I have to walk away. Not because I want to, but because I have to.
I just want the chance to prove to her that this could be real. But wanting doesn't change the world we live in.Three a.m.—that hour that belongs to neither night nor morning. Manhattan exhales its heat and holds its shadows close.
I dream of a morning that might not exist: waking her with my mouth, making her coffee, guarding nothing but the curve of her smile.
Time's up. I leave her sleeping in sheets that still smell like us and walk into a city that will never understand why that scent makes me want to burn everything down to keep it.
She sleeps like peace. I wake like war.
But our world doesn't pause. Connor and Patrick are waiting, and the Chicago shipment won't clean itself.
