Avery’s Point Of View
The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft golden glow of the fireplace, casting flickering shadows across Kaiden’s perfect body sprawled beneath me. I traced slow, lazy circles over the hard planes of his chest, marveling at how every inch of him seemed carved from stone.
His abs tightened slightly under my touch, and a wicked grin spread across my lips. God, he was beautiful. Dangerous. Mine.
Biting my bottom lip mischievously, I let my hand drift lower, my fingertips ghosting over the line of muscle that disappeared beneath his briefs. Kaiden’s body tensed beneath me, but he said nothing… not yet.
Smirking to myself, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his briefs, feeling the heat of him, the way he twitched slightly at my touch. I began stroking him… slow, teasing, deliberate. His deep growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my palm.
"Snowy..." he warned, his voice gravelly, thick with restraint. His large hand wrapped around my wrist, halting
