The palpable urgency rolling off his body practically singed her skin.
Heavenly didn’t wait for Beck to take the lead. She twisted from his arms, stepped to the center of the room, and slowly, deliberately, sank to her knees at his feet, head bowed.
The air left Beck’s lungs in a harsh breath. “Heavenly?—”
She lifted her chin and peered up at him with beseeching eyes, letting him see the total surrender she offered. Freely. Intentionally.
“Little girl, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” Her voice was steady. Sure. “I need to…Sir.”
She saw the moment he realized she wasn’t just giving her body, but offering to refill what days of denial had taken from him—to restore the control he desperately needed.
Beck’s eyes flashed dangerously, his chest heaved, but instead of the harsh command she expected, his expression softened. He lifted his hand and cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone. “I know what you’re doing. You’re giving yourself to me, to take what I need.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
For a long moment, he stared. Heavenly began to squirm as he slid his trembling thumb against her bottom lip. Had she misread him?
Seth moved closer, eating her up with his stare before he settled his hand on her crown, his fingers threading through her hair—gentle where Beck was demanding, tender where Beck was raw.
“You’re beautiful like this, angel.” His voice sounded thick with emotion. “Giving him what he needs.”
She looked up at Seth, saw the understanding in his eyes. He knew what Beck had endured. And he was giving this moment to Beck without hesitation.
“I will, Sir.”
Seth caressed her one last time, then stepped back, leaning against the dresser—present and supportive, but ceding control.
Then Beck’s eyes darkened, something fierce and hungry burning through the tenderness. He glanced at Seth briefly—a silent question, maybe even a challenge—before his gaze snapped back to her.
“You know what you’re offering me.” Not a question. A statement.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you know I’m going to take it.” His voice dropped, dangerous and dark.
Her breath caught. “Please.”
Something shifted in his expression—the last of his softness hardening into an utterly dominant hunger. He curled an impatient finger under her chin and forced her stare to meet the demand in his.
“Be very sure, little girl,” he warned, his thumb pressing against her pulse. “Because I’m starving, and I’m not going to be gentle about reclaiming what’s mine.”
Her breath caught.
Her heart raced.
Heat flooded her pussy, quivering with the same desperation etched on his face.
“I’m sure,” she whispered.
“I’m going to make you beg for me, little girl. I’m going to use your sinful little body until you’re sobbing and pleading. And if you’re good, I might let you come. But not when you want to. Not when you’re ready. Not even when you’re hanging on by the tiniest thread.” His grip tightened fractionally. “You’ll come when I decide to let you. Not before.”
Her nipples beaded.
Her womb cramped.
Desire thickened her voice. “I understand, Sir.”
