smoldering with a promise he couldn't ignore. The air between them crackl

et it felt like a command. Her hand brushed lightly across his che

er, pulling him in, urging him to lose control. His hands clenched by his si

rely holding onto. His body was already betraying him, responding to her presence, to

ar as she whispered, "I want to feel you lose control

han just passion. It was primal, an overwhelming surge of hunger that sent a jolt of electricity through his body. His hands finally found

ce determination, pushing him back until his legs hit the edge of the bed. With a lo

s roamed over her body, pulling at the fabric of her clothes, desperate to feel her skin against his. She m

her touch made it clear that she wasn't just playing games. She was claiming him, body and s

e sensation of her skin against his like fire. She didn't wait, her hands moving to

demand, filled with the kind of promise th

of their connection burn through every thought, every reason. All that

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