A throb grows low and insistent between my legs. My breath falters. I shift, painfully aware of the space between us and how badly I want it gone.
“I picture the sounds you’d make if I gave you exactly what you crave.”
He leans in, close enough to burn.
“I think about you naked and breathless, eyes wide at the moment right before you give in. You run, and I chase. And when I catch you…”
His voice drops, quieter, hungrier, rough with promise.
“I don’t let go.”
My chest thumps, and my throat tightens. The music pounds through my veins, but his words cut deeper than the bass.
“You won’t scream. Not at first. You’ll beg without knowing you’re begging. Deep down, you want it. You want to be broken open by the one man who sees what you really are.”
He leans closer. The thrum of bodies, rhythm, and strobing lights don’t mute him.
“I won’t rush. I’ll take you apart one breath at a time. Strip you down to the rawest parts of yourself until there’s nothing left but want. Until even your name doesn’t matter. Only mine does.”
His presence presses into my back, and heat slides between us. My hips tilt, betraying me, the muscles clenching before my brain can protest. A pull I don’t fight, a hunger I can’t speak.
“Is your pussy wet right now?” he asks, voice low and vicious. “Aching for my touch?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. My silence is all that’s left to hold onto, and I’m not giving it up.
His hand wraps around my waist, possessive and firm. Fingers splay across my stomach then slide lower, claiming without asking. A single knuckle drags upward, slow and unyielding, daring my body to disobey.
“You don’t have to tell me,” he says, voice dark as sin. “Your body’s already confessed.”
His breath drags across my ear, hot and deliberate, the sound of a promise sharpened into a threat. “I won’t harm you, Laurette. But I'll leave marks. I’ll pull pleasure out of pain until you forget where one ends, and the other begins.”
My pulse stutters. It isn’t fear tightening my throat. It’s need, thick and undeniable.
His mouth hovers closer, words sinking straight into my skin. “I’ll learn every sound you make—which ones you try to hide, which ones you can’t stop. I’ll take my time with you, slowly enough that you beg without realizing you are.”
His hand tightens at my waist. “I’ll ruin you for anyone else. You’ll crave the way I take you apart and the way I put you back together.”
His voice drops lower, rougher. “You asked for obsession. You asked to be seen. That means I don’t stop when it gets intense. I go harder.”
His lips brush the shell of my ear, barely there. “Are you ready to see what that means?”
The question isn’t a warning.
It’s an invitation.
My mouth parts, but no words come. My pulse answers for me with ayeswhile my mind stalls.
“How can I agree to something I don’t understand?”
His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into his rhythm and the pressure of his body.
“I’ll help you understand.”
Every nerve in me screams that this is madness. Still, I don’t pull back.
His lips drag along the curve of my neck, breath hot and possessive. “You haven’t said no.”
The music swells, the bass pounding a warning I should hear. But I’m already too far gone.
