He joined her, close behind, his heat a wall pressing into her back. The air between them throbbed, thick with everything they’d promised when they whispered,Tonight.
She started to lean forward, instinct tugging her down, but his voice caught her like a hand at the throat. “Not yet.”
His fingers folded around her waist, hot and steady. She felt his breath at her ear, the weight of his presence pressing down her spine, and the slow, deliberate way he drew her back against him until they were both on their knees.
His thumbs stroked the dip of her back, holding her, teasing her.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, though the strain in his voice betrayed the truth—he was, too.
She shook her head, pulse racing.
“It’s just… new.”
His lips curved against her ear, the barest scrape of teeth.
“It’s new for me, too, Ami.”
Her smile broke through the tremor of her lips, fragile and radiant. They were braving this together—one breath, one kiss, one whisper at a time.
His hand slid higher, cupping her breast, teasing until she moaned against him. The other traced lower, until his fingers found the heat between her thighs. Her head tipped back against his shoulder with a broken sound.
“Just for me,” he whispered, his mouth grazing her jaw. “Save it just for me.”
Her hand found his thigh, nails biting as his fingers worked her with maddening slowness. Her hips rolled without thought, desperate to meet him.
“Dask, Ami…”
His voice broke ragged in her ear.
“Do you know what you do to me?”
She did—she knew exactly. And suddenly she wanted more.
Still facing forward, she let her palm trail behind her, brushing his hip, then lower—closing around the hard, undeniable proof of how much he wanted her.
“Amerei—”
He swore under his breath, guttural, raw. His hips bucked into her hand, his breath scorching her ear.
“You’ll break me.”
Her mouth curved faintly, though her breath trembled.
“Then tell me—am I doing it right?”
His hand covered hers, guiding her in a long, slow stroke.
“Everything you do is right.”
Even in her grasp, he was more than she could take—more than she could ever want.
“You’re… devastating, Tory,” she breathed, the word escaping before she realized she’d spoken it.
His chest shook with a low laugh. “Devastating?”
“I was intimidated by you on our wedding night,” she confessed.
His lips grazed her ear, voice dropping to a growl.
