He scrutinizes me, his gaze lingering a beat too long, searching for… what? Confirmation? Permission? "Was last night not enough to show you how I felt?" he taunts, the words a low rumble that vibrates against my skin as he pulls me onto his lap.
I gasp, the sudden shift catching me off guard. How is he already… This is Christian, the Christian I've been seeing, yet there's an intensity, a possessiveness I hadn't encountered before. "I-I thought it was a mistake," I stammer, the words tumbling out in a rush. "That you wanted me to leave…" I trail off as his hands settle on my waist, his grip firm, possessive.
He shakes his head, a slow, deliberate movement. "My love, last night was just the beginning of us. There will be many more nights to come, my dear. Just say yes, and you will have the whole world in your hands." He flashes a predatory grin, and a shiver crawls down my spine.
Something is different. The air crackles with a raw energy I hadn't sensed before. This is a side of Christian I haven't seen, darker, more dangerous. Am I scared? Or… excited? I can't decipher the jumbled mess of feelings swirling inside me.
My body, however, seems to have a clearer understanding. The memories of last night flood back, a visceral tide of pleasure and abandon. My nipples tighten, and a throbbing ache blooms between my legs. I crave his touch, his dominance. God, it was the best sex of my life. He'd treated me like a queen, worshipped me, possessed me.
I take a shaky breath, trying to wrangle my unruly senses. "So, you're serious?" I mumble, my voice barely a whisper. I can't help the subtle sway of my hips against his, earning a guttural groan from deep within him.
"My love, if I were joking, do you think I'd have my cock aching, begging to be buried inside your tight, wet pussy again?" The brazen taunt sends a jolt of electricity through me. My clit swells, aching for him.
He brushes a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch surprisingly gentle. Then, he leans in, his breath ghosting against my ear. "You're mine, little dove, and I will make sure you know that every single day. Understood?"
I can only nod, flustered and breathless. I can't believe I've gotten myself into a situation like this. What else could possibly go wrong?