-Chris-
“F*cking hell, Kate,” I growled.
She was riding me so hard that I was on the verge of seeing stars. We needed this—to feel connected, to escape the world for a moment. And what better way than marking my little mate with my scent?
She was keeping a maddening tempo, so close to pushing me over the edge, but I held back until I saw her explode. I could feel her inner walls tightening around me. She was so close, yet she was stopping me from touching her.
She was holding my arms down, and while I could easily flip us around and take her hard, I let her have control. Normally, I wouldn’t let anyone do that. It was something I had practiced for years, a craving born from a life that often felt lacking in power. But with her, surrendering control felt incredible. It was my ultimate
