“Rough or sweet?” I said into her ear, wanting, for some inexplicable reason, for her to feel in control right now. I looked into her eyes and tried to show her the tenderness I felt for her.
“Rough,” she answered very softly and it made my heart soar. Her giving me control wanting rough, when she could keep it sweet, when she could keep control of me was such a gift. She was made for me.
I gave her a little smile and she must’ve read my mind because she swallowed hard and looked like she might’ve wanted to backpedal. That hesitation, the fear in her eyes, it got me hard. So hard.
Claire’s POV
I didn’t understand why I was opting for dominating Azriel when he was offering to be blindfolded-themed dinner date Azriel but I craved rough right now. I wanted him to pound me hard, to pull my
