The shift was so sudden it stole the breath from my lungs. As one moment I had been lying next to him, and the next, I was beneath him. Pinned by the sheer presence of him after he rolled us with effortless ease. His body settled over mine with careful control, yet the weight of him was no less overwhelming becauseof it. My heart slammed against my ribs at the change, my breath catching as he lowered himself closer. His lips hovered just above mine as his voice dropped, quiet but unwavering.
“You could never disappoint me,” he said, the words brushing against my lips before he added resolutely,
“Never.”
There was so much in the way he said it. Something so certain, so absolute, that it left no room for doubt. Left no space for me to question it, and I felt it settle deep within me. As if anchoring itself there in a way that made it impossible not to believe him.
It stole my breath, and I had the distinct feeling it wasn’t going to be the last time tonight. Because as he pulled back slightly, shifting his weight with careful control, he moved to straddle my hips, balanced on his knees so that none of his full weight pressed down on me.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful,”he breathed, the words growled in a way that made my stomach tighten as he looked down at me, as if he wanted to consume me. Something he proved when he added,
“Just look at you…a fuckable feast.”His gaze moved over me slowly, as though taking his time was part of the indulgence itself.
“I want to devour you.” His fingers caught the hem of my pajama top then, tugging lightly at the fabric as his eyes lifted back to mine. The movement unhurried, almost questioning, despite the hunger burning beneath it. As though he were giving me the choice rather than taking it.
And I knew what he was waiting for…
My permission.
I nodded, even as my breath caught in my throat. Yet he didn’t hesitate, his hands tightening on the material as he lifted it smoothly up and over my body. The cool air brushing againstmy skin in its wake. But it wasn’t the chill that made me shiver. It was the way his gaze changed the second I was exposed to him.
His eyes darkened, glowing faintly in a way that sent a sharp, unexpected heat curling through me. Something primal and consuming in the way he looked at me made it impossible to mistake what he was thinking.
It felt like being claimed….
Not through touch, not yet, but through something much deeper. Through the way he looked at me, with an intensity that made my body react before I could stop it. A subtle shift beneath him, a quiet, involuntary response to the weight of his gaze alone.
No one had ever looked at me like that before. Not with that kind of intent, not as though every inch of me was something worth memorizing. Something he intended to hold onto long after the moment had passed.
The intensity should have unsettled me.
Instead, it made my heart leap, and my breath catch.
But I forced it away before it could read too much into it. Pushing aside everything that didn’t belong to this moment. Because I didn’t want to think about what came after. Didn’t want to consider what tomorrow might look like or what this would mean once the night was over. I had meant what I’d said, it had been a long time. Long enough for doubt to creep in, long enough for hesitation to feel safer than this.
And yet, lying beneath him now, I realized just how little that mattered. Because whatever uncertainty I had carried with me, it didn’t stand a chance against the quiet certainty of him.
It became clear very quickly that this wasn’t unfamiliar territory for him. That control came naturally and effortlessly in a way that might have intimidated me once. But instead, I found myself yielding to it without resistance, letting go of the tension I hadn’t even realized I was holding onto.
And surprisingly…
I liked it.
More than liked it even. Especially when he lowered over me once more, his movements slower now, more measured. As though he was savoring the shift between us just as much as I was. His lips brushed against my skin in a way that sent a soft breath from me before I could stop it. The contact trailed from my neck, unhurried and warm, down along the curve of my collarbone. Each touch lingered just enough to leave behind a quiet awareness that spread through me in its wake.
The erotic journey taking him down to my breasts, making me cry out when he took the first nipple into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth. The sharp sting pulled a breath from me. Air catching between my own teeth before it slipped into a soft, helpless sound as he soothed it almost immediately after. The contrast between the two sensations far more overwhelming than it had any right to be.
He didn’t rush, didn’t move on, instead, repeating the pattern with passionate focus. As though he had all the time in the world and every intention of using it, drawing each reaction from me slowly, methodically, until my thoughts began to blur.
It became clear, far too quickly, that whatever limited experience I had clung to was utterly useless here. As Wye wasn’t a man who rushed toward an end goal. Nor was he someone concerned with brief moments of distraction before claiming what he truly wanted. No, this was something entirely different. Something far more precise, far more consuming, and entirely focused on the journey rather than the destination. That destination being…
Me.
Because as he continued, unrelenting in his pace, the sensation coiled tightly inside me. Which was when a slow realization began to form. He hadn’t moved beyond my breastsfor a reason, and it wasn’t hesitation or restraint. Not in the way I had first assumed. It was intention, as he was waiting.
Waiting for me.
And the moment that understanding settled, the word slipped free before I could stop it.
