Author's pov

The room was dim, shadows dancing across the walls as his eyes locked on you with that hungry, unyielding stare. He’d been teasing you all night, brushes of his hand on your thigh, whispered promises against your ear and now there was nothing left between you but heat.

He pushed you back onto the mattress, his grip firm, almost possessive. “You’ve been begging for this all night, haven’t you?” His voice was low, edged with amusement.

Your lips parted to answer, but the words caught in your throat as his mouth crashed against yours — rough, demanding. His teeth caught your lower lip, tugging until you gasped. He used that moment to deepen the kiss, tongue claiming yours, leaving you breathless.

Clothes vanished in a blur. His hands roamed your body, not gentle but greedy, pinning, exploring, kneading as though you belonged to him entirely.

When his fingers slid lower, you arched instinctively, but his free hand pressed into your stomach, holding you still. “Stay. Still.” The command sent a shiver down your spine.