It catches her by surprise when he pins her hands above her head. She doesn’t fight it, welcoming the shift in control. A faint whimper slips past her lips before she can stop it.

Her body responds instinctively, rolling her hips to meet his. The way he fills her, the way he moves—it’s almost too much. Every touch, every brush of his lips against her skin, the ghost of his hair sweeping over her, only fuels the overwhelming sensation building inside her again. She clenches her fingers beneath his grip, breath shuddering as she teeters on the edge of it.