With him
She knew from the sound of his voice that this evening would be dangerous.
Not loud. Not rough.
It was precisely that which made him so intense.
He sat opposite her, calm as always, while his gaze slowly roamed over her. The kind of look that made her nervous at once, because she knew he noticed every little reaction. Every quick breath. Every insecurity. Every longing.
"Come here," he said softly.
Just two words.
And yet she immediately felt that deep tingling in her stomach.
As she approached, his hand slowly came to rest on her neck. Not firm. Rather controlled. Possessive in the dangerously beautiful way that drove her crazy every time.
He loved to make her wait.
To build up that tension between them slowly, until she hardly knew what to do with her thoughts. His voice close to her ear, his f****rs slowly gliding over her skin, while he knew exactly how much she enjoyed every second of it.
"You're thinking too much again," he murmured calmly.
She just swallowed quietly.
Because he was right.
For every time she was with him, she lost a little more of herself between control, desire, and this dangerously beautiful feeling of wanting to give herself up to him completely.










