“You’re soaked, Astra.” The words are a quiet, lethal observation, not a question. His breath is hot against my chest. “I can smell how much you want me.”
Heat scorches my cheeks, humiliation and hunger tangling until I can’t tell them apart. I try to twist away, but his hand is already at my hip, holding me in place like it’s nothing, his strength absolute.
“Don’t,” he warns softly, his tone the kind that allows no debate. “You wanted to play with fire. Now, you’re going to burn for me.”
His mouth claims my n****e again, harder this time, his tongue flicking in quick, relentless strokes that make my breath break apart in short, helpless gasps. His hand moves down to grip my thigh, forcing my legs to part beneath him.
“You’re trembling,” he says against my skin, his voice a low growl t
