control
I choked out, my voice breaking as he trailed a line of biting kisses down the sensitive line of my throat.
He groaned, a low, primal sound that sent a shiver racing down my spine. He shifted, his movements urgent and heavy, pinning my wrists above my head for a heartbeat just to show me he could. The power in his frame was overwhelming, a physical pressure that demanded everything I had to give. I arched into him, my skin singing where we touched, desperate to bridge the last remaining inches between us.
In the dim light of the living room, surrounded by the scent of his skin and the creak of the leather beneath us, the rest of the world ceased to exist. There was only the heat, the sweat,