Avery:
It hit me all at once.
This need.
This ache.
Not just for him, not just to feel his skin under my hands or his breath on my throat—but to own him. To show him, without a single word, that he was mine.
That I wasn’t scared.
That I wasn’t just here for the ride—I was holding the f*****g wheel.
Cruz looked at me like I was made of something holy and volatile, his eyes burning into me even as I pushed him back onto the couch. He didn’t resist. Didn’t question it. He just let me.
And that—that—made the power rush through me like gasoline set on fire.
He trusted me with it.
All of it.
His body, his dominance, his control.
Things he would die for before he willing handed it over to anyone else. Anyone but me.
I peeled off his shirt like I was unwrapping something sacred, letti
