Violet lay beneath him, wrists still caught in his grip, chest rising and falling too fast to control. Ethan hovered over her like he was the very air she needed to survive, close enough that every breath she took was warmed by him.
He studied her for a moment, savoring the sight of her pinned beneath him, cheeks flushed and lips kissed swollen. His voice came out low, a dangerous whisper,
“You’re so obedient tonight.”
Her eyes flickered up to his, shy but burning.
“I want to be,” she whispered.
“You don’t just want to.” His fingers slid along her jaw, tilting her face up. “You are.”
She swallowed, heat flooding her everywhere all at once, but she still stayed in her place without moving.
“Yes.”
“Why is that?” he asked in amusement.
“I want to make you feel better. I want to show
