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every nerve in my body buzzing

om

time with the low, heavy music seeping t

ke my h

hovered,

: Don't overthink. Just feel.

ond-guess myself,

mouth w

tched over lean, defined muscle, as if he'

est and down his arms, vanishing beneath t

harp jaw, and those

n me like he'

and smooth, sending a s

re ea

ip as he said it-casual, confid

outh, but wor

side, slow a

me

lden lights, mirrored walls catching shadows, a plush couch, a low table, and a m

sed th

echoed like a

sed over his chest, muscles shifting

ked, though h

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he lie but didn't mind. He pushed off the doo

rvo

wed. "A

mth wrapped around me, his scent clean, masculine,

thick. His gaze swept over me sl

odd

h an

s barely th

ctiveness. He lifted a hand and traced one finger lightly d

hands," he said sof

ttered like lea

he table, and a slow, sensual bass filled the

or me,"

ked. "

e, legs spread, arms draped along the back, w

dn't you?" His head tilted. "Or shoul

escaped before

the rhythm at first awkward, then smoother as I remembered Z

nds glide along my thighs, eyes half

rpened. His

he was fighting

" he murmur

ched out and guided me onto his lap

, the heat of him radiating through thin fabr

u?" he asked, v

d, brea

y i

I whi

d faintl

s, slow and deliberate, stoppin

re, teasing, building fire without cr

in a slow, warm trail. Tiny kisses, so

hiv

enough to meet my ey

es

u s

thed, trembli

ed in his chest.

sn't

ing mine with slow, deliberate strokes

inst him, lost in t

g me closer until every inch of us pres

th a shaky exha

-harder, hungrier-then whispered

frantical

is thumb stroking my cheek like I was

just enough to mur

how it feels when som

e more, and heat surged

nt, the nerv

t was left

ck slowly, just enough that our breaths

heartbeat, but not touching, before he eased aw

nce felt like a

ng and falling too fast. The room was quieter now, the

k, unblinking, like he was memori

d low. "I like things intense. Fast. I like hearing exa

led up my neck, pooling low even though he ha

osing some of the space without moving closer. "Tonight's different.

throat dry.

knowing. "Yeah. The part where you realize how

etched. Hea

ery nerve tuned to him-the way his jaw flexed when he spoke, th

through your head ri

... I don't know

opped lower. "No ju

to climb out of my chest. And you're just sitting there, looking at m

further. A muscle

d through the door," he said quietly. "Every curve. Ev

estion slipped ou

too long with boys who rush and fumble. I want you to learn what it feels

together instinctively. No relief-just

at you want

.. You have to keep talking. Like thi

. "Good. Because I plan to. I'm going to tell you exa

ng just from the s

caped me-half g

l no contact, but close enough I cou

ow. Teasing. Not rushing. Then lower... tracing lines across your

the sheets, body respondin

ot that makes you gasp. Make you say my name-over

om the sheer intensity of his words wr

..." I

night, you feel it. You want it. And when you leave

ate, giving me space to breathe

aid softly. "Rel

nto the pillows,

the foot of the bed, a

s," he instruct

bey

ady, painting scene after scene of what was c

myself. He di

enough for tonight," I was burning aliv

ck toward the

ha

you come back... We'll see

r click

o see him pause, looking back a

on it,

he wa

flushed, breath ragged, and a cer