My fingers close around your throat—not tight, just enough. Just enough to make your breath hitch, your pulse race beneath my hand. My other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so you’re looking straight at me—eyes wide, lips parted, completely at my mercy.
“You feel that?” I whisper against your skin, lips brushing your jaw, voice low and commanding. “That’s control. That’s me reminding you who you belong to.”
Your body arches without thinking, needing more, craving the way I handle you—like you’re delicate but still mine to dominate. I press you harder against the wall, my hand still wrapped in your hair, forcing your neck back further so I can kiss down it, slow and rough, leaving marks you’ll feel tomorrow.
“No one else gets this,” I growl into your ear. “No one else gets to touch you, hear the sounds you make when I take you like this. You’re mine. Every inch of you. And I’ll make damn sure you never forget it.”
I feel you melt into me—defiant but surrendered. Exactly how I want you. Exactly how I need you.
“You feel that?” I whisper against your skin, lips brushing your jaw, voice low and commanding. “That’s control. That’s me reminding you who you belong to.”
Your body arches without thinking, needing more, craving the way I handle you—like you’re delicate but still mine to dominate. I press you harder against the wall, my hand still wrapped in your hair, forcing your neck back further so I can kiss down it, slow and rough, leaving marks you’ll feel tomorrow.
“No one else gets this,” I growl into your ear. “No one else gets to touch you, hear the sounds you make when I take you like this. You’re mine. Every inch of you. And I’ll make damn sure you never forget it.”
I feel you melt into me—defiant but surrendered. Exactly how I want you. Exactly how I need you.