Serena Rosette
The soft melody faded, leaving only the sound of my breath and the rapid beating of my heart.
Mason’s hands lingered on my waist as he pulled back slightly, his gaze intense, burning into mine. It was more than just desire—it was something deeper, something that made me feel like I was on the verge of losing myself to him. There was a hunger in his eyes, a need to unravel me, to pull me apart and put me back together again—only as his.
Without a word, he moved behind me, guiding me into my seat with a single, commanding gesture. His movements were slow, deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. He controlled every part of this moment—every inch of me.
I swallowed, my lips still tingling from the kiss he had given me just moments ago, the touch of his hands still
