Rosa’s POV
The blindfold stayed on. I didn’t know how long it had been —minutes, hours, a lifetime? The only thing I knew was, every second of his lips against my body, stretched into something endless.
My world was darkness and Alex.
I was on my back, my wrists gently pinned above my head with one of his hands, while the other traced lazy, maddening circles on the insides of my thigh.
It was never high enough. Never where I wanted him to touch, where the ache was making me squirm.
“Rosa,” he spoke against my throat. “Listen to me.”
I couldn’t ignore him if I tried. Not when my entire body was tuned to the frequency of his voice.
“You’re going to stay perfectly still,” he said, lips brushing my ear. “And you’re going to ask for every single thing you want. Out loud, darling. No
