So fucking hot.
A moan escapes me, my body melting under the intoxicating blend of his dominance and my own need. He groans intomy mouth, deepening the kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip, tugging just enough that a sweet kind of pain blooms.
I gasp against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, into the warmth of his skin, like I need to hold onto something solid before I lose myself completely.
He pulls back, and my lungs drag in air as if I’ve been drowning in him, like he’s the only thing keeping me alive. Without a word, his hands move to my waist, gripping me firmly. The way he handles me isn’t rough, but it’s commanding, guiding me. He knows exactly where and how he wants me, as though I was made to fit beneath his hands.
In one smooth motion, he lifts me and guides me farther up the bed. It’s effortless. Like I weigh nothing to him. My back sinks into the plush mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin as he positions me.
A perfect contradiction. His movements are heavy with control, yet his touch is soft with something I can feel settling between my ribs. His thighs press against mine as he spreads me open, his gaze drinking me in, devouring me like I really am the most precious thing he’s ever held.
I should be nervous. But I’m not. Not with him.
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
The question should feel clinical, but from Koen, it doesn’t. He’s asking because he cares. Because he won’t take a single inch of me without making sure I want to give it.
“Sylus and I got tested. We’re both clean. And… I tied my tubes.”
“Of course you two did.” His lips twitch, the faintest smile breaking through the heat in his eyes before something more serious settles in.
“I haven’t been with anyone in years. Do you trust me?”
“I do.” The answer comes out without hesitation. Without doubt.
His expression softens, but his hunger doesn’t waver. If anything, it deepens like my answer flipped a switch inside him.
The bed dips under his weight as he crawls over me, his body a cage of warmth and solid muscle. His face hovers just inches above mine as his eyes lock onto me as if he can see right through to my soul. “You’re mine, precious,” he whispers, every syllable dripping with conviction. Not a question. Not a demand. A truth. A vow. “And I’m going to remind you exactly how worthy you are.”
The air shifts, the space between us vanishing as he kisses me again.
But this time, it’s not just heat.
It’s devotion.
It’s falling, fast and headfirst, into something I don’t want to run from anymore.
And I don’t want to escape.
Not from him.
Not from this.
But instead of pressing into me, instead of giving me what I know we both want, he grips my hips and?—
In one swift motion, he rolls us over.
I gasp into his mouth as I land on top of him, my thighs straddling his waist, his cock pressing between us, hot and heavy and so fucking hard.
I know what he’s doing. He’s letting me take control. Letting me decide. Letting me own this moment as much as he does.
But it’s still his game.
And I’m more than happy to play.
“Fuck, Novalee,” he groans out, his head tipping back, his hands sliding over my thighs like he’s barely resisting the urge to grip harder. To pin me down instead.
His control is slipping. And I want to be the one to break it.
