Kael's POV
The shirt hits the floor, and I stop breathing for a moment.
“Good girl,” I murmur, letting the words slide out of my mouth the way that makes her shiver before I even touch her.
She’s been in my shirt all night, bare legs taunting me from beneath the bed sheets. Now, standing there with nothing but a thin scrap of lace between her thighs, she looks like she was made to be devoured.
I take my time gazing at her—slow, hungry, and unapologetic. “Stay just like that,” I order, my tone leaving no room for argument.
I circle her, deliberately brushing my fingers over the side of her waist as I pass behind her, letting my nails graze lightly over her skin. She tenses but doesn’t move. Perfect.
When I stop in front of her again, I tilt her chin up. “Do you know how hard I am for
