Selena.
The warmth of him lingered in my mouth as I stayed there, breathing softly around him, waiting for the moment he would unravel.
“Enough.”
The word was spoken quietly, almost gently, but it carried the finality I had come to recognize in Denver’s voice.
I did not pull away immediately.
Instead, I allowed the tension to fade slowly, my body obeying the unspoken rule that pleasure under his control ended the same way it began — with patience.
He withdrew carefully, giving me time to feel the shift, the absence settling inside me like warm, fading heat rather than sudden emptiness.
I stayed still for a moment longer, my breathing uneven, my fingers resting faintly where they had held him, caught between obedience and the ghost memory of sensation.
The silence between us was not
