"Tease." His voice was a low growl as he narrowed his eyes, capturing her chin between his teeth in a gentle, possessive bite. The sharp edge of his control was fraying—she could feel it in the way his breath hitched, in the way his fingers flexed against her skin.
But before she could even react—before she could arch into him, before her hands could tangle in his hair—he pulled away abruptly, leaving her lips parted in surprise. In one fluid motion, he stood, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing, and carried her inside. The world tilted as her back met the softness of the bed, and then—just like that—he was gone.
"Where are you going?" Confusion knitted her brows together as she propped herself up on her elbows, watching his retreating form.
"Shower." The word was rough,
