BANKS POV
Eyes on me, she pours. A slow tilt. The wine trails down and I watch it move across her and feel my jaw tighten with the effort of stillness.
She sets the glass down and lowers to her knees.
And crawl towards me.
Her eyes locked on me, gaze unwavering with heat that burns through the ice of my body.
I grip her hair when she reaches me and note my pulse has done something it hasn’t done in a session in four years but I file it away.
“That’ll be the last time you make demands or tell me what to do like I mean you harm” She nods.
I pull her up and settle her weight onto me. And she moves closer, completely giving me all of her. Obedient.
She is warm in a way that isn’t temperature. Substantial in a way that isn’t just weight.
My hands find her waist on its own and I bury my
