The morning light spilled into the room, soft and golden, but it felt nothing like peace. My skin still tingled where his hands had branded me the night before. His presence lingered in every corner of the room, heavy, commanding, and far too intoxicating.
He stood by the window, shirt undone, broad chest on display like a man who owned the world. His eyes cut to me, sharp, heated, and unashamedly possessive.
“You drive me insane,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “Do you enjoy making me lose control like that?”
I stretched lazily against the sheets, deliberately slow, biting back a smirk. “Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you beg without realizing it.”
His jaw clenched, and I could feel the tension radiating off him. A man like him wasn’t used to being denied. He was used to s
