“Aria, I_” he started, but I silenced him using my index finger to press against his lips.
At this point, he was literally breathing into my face, his chest heaving with anticipation and I could feel the heat coming out of his body, which even made the atmosphere hotter than it was.
I used that same finger to draw an imaginary line down to his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. His eyes watched me intensely, his pupils dilated with desire. He was frozen in place, his chest falling and rising with each breath. I could see the restraint in his eyes and how much he was struggling to hold back. But I knew he couldn't resist me for long.
And when he finally snapped, reaching for my hair and pulling me in, I felt this rush of excitement.
That’s how you take control.
My subconsciou
