SAY MY NAME, WHEN YOU BREAK
I should step back.
But I don’t.
His hand slides to my waist, firm, deliberate. Not asking. Claiming. My stomach tightens, heat curling low, and I feel every inch of him before I even see him.
He’s behind me, close enough that I can feel his breath at my neck. My pulse stutters as his fingers trace slow, unhurried circles up my back, and I know I should pull away… but I can’t.
His lips brush my neck. Not a kiss yet, just the promise of it. My head tilts back before I can stop myself, back arching like my body is betraying me.
Then he speaks. Low, calm, in control
“Don’t make a sound.”
A shiver runs through me. Not from fear. Not exactly. From… him.
He’s in control. I can’t fight it. I don’t want to.
And somewhere deep inside, I realize the terrifying truth:
I’m letting him have me.