Sarah’s POV
“Leave.”
He violently shook.
“Please.” He ground out a desperate plea.
I touched his face. “No.”
He glared down at me, eyes black as night. That look of raw steel would have scared many. I knew his heart. He would never hurt me. I ran my hand over his body again.
His head fell back, and he pressed to my opening and hissed.
“Please, go.”
I saw the war he waged with himself. The man with complete control was gone, but he was fighting his way back. I wanted to see all of him. If this was what he needed, I would be the one to give it to him.
I reached between us and gripped his shaft. I stroked his smooth length. He growled, and with that growl, I pulled aside my pants and placed the tip against my s*x.
He shook, a frenzy working through him. He brought an arm to hi
