-Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the chapter: Fantasy by Bazzi)
I tilted my head slightly, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at me. The sight of her like this—completely exposed, completely willing—sent a rush of power through my veins.
"Keep begging," I murmured, running my thumb slowly along her jawline and then her throat.
Her breath hitched, baring her throat more for me. I could see her fingers digging into her thighs, gripping tight like she needed to ground herself.
"I'm begging you. Please," she admitted, voice trembling. "I want to please you. I want you to tell me what to do. I need it."
Leaning forward, I let my lips barely brush against her ear as I whispered, "Then show me just how much you need it."
A shiver ran down her spine, her breathing uneven as she obeyed. Her hands moved with purpose, her touch reverent as she finally got what she wanted—to have me beneath her, against her, melting into her.
