Aaron’s POV
Every pull and every deliberate stroke made her writhe. Her voice broke, half-choked when I pressed deeper on purpose. Her hands clenched the sheets, knuckles white. Her breathing was shattered, eyes squeezed shut.
I didn’t stop. My only focus was stripping her of control, reminding her exactly who held the power now.
I stayed there, long enough to make her breathing stutter, her body arch helplessly. She tried to pull away from the intensity, but I held her hips down, kept her exactly where I wanted her until she couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body trembled, completely undone.
But I wasn’t finished.
I dropped my suit jacket to the floor and undid the buttons one by one. Without breaking eye contact, I loosened my belt and shoved my pants down in a single, decisive motion
