"More," she said. "Take off everything."
He slid down, tugging her panties off in one smooth motion. His breath hitched when she lay bare before him, but he didn't touch until she gave the command.
Her whole body trembled with anticipation, with the intoxicating rush of control. She could feel how hard he was against her, how badly he wanted to take over, to pin her down and claim her. But he didn't. He waited. For her.
"Touch me… down there," she whispered, her face hot.
"Yes, precious." His hand slid lower, fingers brushing over her folds.
"Inside," she gasped, too far gone to play coy anymore.
His fingers obeyed instantly, sinking into her warmth as his thumb rubbed slow circles over her clit. She moaned into his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin, and Winn groaned too—but still he kept the pace she dictated. Every twist, every thrust of his fingers, every press of his mouth against her neck was because she told him to.
