Heat floods my face. “I haven’t?—”
“You have. For so long. You surely have more than a few ideas of what you want to do to me.” His eyes darken. “So you’re in charge this time.”
My stomach drops.
Embarrassment and terror tangle with desperate desire. Kirill has so much more experience than I do. What if I’m terrible? What if I come across as a prude? Or worse, what if I’m just…bad at this? I can’t move as fast as he can. He tosses me around like a sack and thrusts like a jackhammer.
I can’t possibly stack up against him.
“I…like everything you do.” I retreat a step. “Whatever you want is good with me?—”
“You’re in charge.” Somehow, he manages to state even that like an order. He reclines more, all masculine magnificence, and crosses those powerful arms behind his head. “Attract my abundance.”
A real, unexpected laugh bursts from me, lessening the strain just a little.
I inch forward, drawn to him like I have been since day one. “Why are we doing this?”
As I approach, his eyes devour me. “Because you’re made of steel.” His lips curl into a sly, genuine smile. Figures he’d manage onenow. “Goofy steel, but steel nonetheless. And you don’t know it. You don’t use your power. So, I want to see what you’re capable of.”
I frown at “goofy steel,” but I can hardly deny the thrill that rockets through me at his explanation. Even if for just a moment, I want to prove him wrong and shake that iron control.
Then I remember all the times he’s teased me, all the pleasure-filled torment he’s subjected me to.
So what if I’m not as experienced? I’ve seen the way he regards me.
He wants me to be in charge?
Fine.
Shoring up my courage, I begin to strip in front of him.
As my clothes fall away, his eyes consume every inch of my skin, causing my blood to boil with desire and anticipation.
The air in the room crackles with electricity as I stand before him completely bare. Vulnerable yet empowered by his ravenous expression.
When I climb onto the bed, our gazes lock in a silent challenge.
He lies here, clad in only his pants, his erection straining against the fabric as a testament to his arousal. Awaiting my next move.
I straddle his hips and grind against the bulge in his pants.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
While his entire body tenses, pleasure bursts through me. In his fight to keep still, he clenches and relaxes his fists.
“Your energies are very chaotic right now.” Even as my pulse gallops and I wonder what the hell I’m actually doing, I can’t resist teasing him a little.
Only Kirill could push me so far outside my comfort zone.
The things I do for this guy…
My heart hammers against my ribs as I savor this rare reversal of roles. Usually, he dictates every caress, but this time, the power I hold causes a surge of wetness between my thighs.
Tonight, we’ll explore each other’s limits together.
His quickened breathing and dilated pupils give me the confidence to continue crawling up the bed until I’m straddling his face.
A guttural groan escapes him, spurring me on.
