Elle"Strip"I stare up at my husband as the authoritative manner in which he orders me to take off my clothes causes a row of shivers to crash along my skin.Anticipation builds low in my belly, and I find myself reaching down and fiddling nervously with the hem of his shirt.When I kissed him earlier, it was as if I'd been possessed. It wasn't just a desire; it was a desperate, psychological need. It had to happen, and in that same frantic impulse, I found myself here, beneath him, seconds away from baring myself—No, my soul to him.Aaron's jaw shifts from side to side. Arching a brow, he waits, patiently watching to see if I'll do as he says, and I wonder if, like last night, I'm in control.I hope I am.Now that I've had a taste of what it feels like I always want to be in control when we're like this. I don't know how Aaron is well enough in the bedroom, but something tells me that he isn't a man who gives up that aspect of himself easily, and the fact that he's willing to give i
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