Fuck. If she says my name like that again, I’m going to rip those little shorts off with my teeth. I’ve never been this desperate for someone. Never this intoxicated. I can’t form a single thought that doesn’t involve her.
I lower her onto the plush mattress with deliberate care, her legs still hooked around my waist, my nose brushing hers as I hover over her.
“Look at me, Lily.”
Her eyes snap to mine instantly.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, my voice rough. “A work of art.”
I kiss her again, like I’m setting the pace and daring her to keep up. My hand glides down her side until I reach the waistband of her shorts. She spreads her legs wider for me, and I pull back.
Her eyes are blown wide, lips parted.
I need to hear her say it. I need permission. Her consent matters. She needs to know that men don’t only exist to take. That I am not that man. I amherman.
My fingers tighten at her hip. “Not yet,” I say quietly. “I need to hear it.”
She swallows hard.
“I need to hear you tell me you want this,” I continue. “That you want me.”
Her chest rises and falls quickly. “You want my consent?” she asks, almost unsure.
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “Say it.”
“I want you, Drago. You have my full permission to do whatever you want to me.” She almost sounds confident.
Her pupils blown wide, a red blush creeping up her throat. Her blonde curls falling over her shoulder. Fuck. She’s beautiful. But the words hit me low, and I arch a brow.
“Now listen carefully.” I lean in, my mouth brushing her ear.
“Don’t give anyone, not even me, that power over you.” I take a slow breath. “You control your body. You decide what I take and what I give.”
She blinks, processing it. She’s never had this dynamic before. Which is good. I want to teach her. I want to learn everything there is to know about her.
“Would you like to submit to me, baby?” I ask, nudging her panties aside.
She nods eagerly.
“Use your words.”
“Y-yes, Drago.”
“Sir,” I correct.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
The praise lands, and I feel her shiver.
“I don’t take that lightly, lastochka.”
My hands slide beneath her shorts, cupping her pussy. Her moan is so soft that it almost undoes me.
“Still with me?” I ask.
“Yes.”
