control
He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes dark with a mix of adoration and raw desire.
"Everything," he whispered against your skin, his breath hitching as his hands began to wander, mapping the curves of your body as if he were memorizing a masterpiece. "I want to give you everything tonight."
The world outside the door ceased to exist. There was only the sound of the wind against the glass, the soft rustle of sheets, and the overwhelming, beautiful gravity of being exactly where you were meant to be—wrapped in his arms, lost in the heat of a night that was only just beginning.