She couldn't help it—her legs trembled the moment his two thick fingers dipped into her slick heat. I should not be… this aroused… she thought, her resolve crumbling as she leaned into him, her forehead resting on his thick, muscled shoulder. The scent of him—sweat, musk, and something raw—flooded her senses, intoxicating her further. But she wouldn't surrender. Not yet. She was the one in control, the abuser of this moment. Her cold fingers trailed to his shaft, circling the swollen tip with a teasing slowness, her nails grazing just enough to blend pain with pleasure. He twitched under her touch, a silent testament to her power.
"Oh, Aiden," she purred, her voice a silken lash, "do you know how long I've wanted this? To feel you… to own you like this?" Her fingers tightened slightly, stroking down his length with deliberate pressure, feeling every vein, every pulse of his desire. "You're so hard for me… so desperate. I can feel it—your body begging even when your lips won't."
