Anna's lips parted instinctively, brushing against the edge of Jason's touch.
His lips brushed against his own finger still pressed to her mouth, a deliberate act of control.
The contact was maddening.
Her breath trembled against his finger, warm and pleading, their exhales mingling, close but never giving her what she wanted.
His eyes stayed locked on hers, a quiet warning and a promise all at once.
The barrier between them wasn’t mercy; it was power.
And the cruelest part was how much she wanted him to break it.
Their lips brushed lightly over his finger and her breath stuttered.
Jason pulled back, his hand falling to his side. They stared at each other.
Her tongue flicked out to wet her lip and his gaze followed the motion. He exhaled deeply, then moved to sit on the ot
