“Touch yourself while I watch you. Back and forth,” he commanded in a deep, sultry tone. “Good, now slower.” My toes curled as I listened for more requests. “Fuck, Caly. I would die for you all over again if it meant I got to watch you in this moment,” he groaned breathily as his hand moved to his hardness. A moan escaped my mouth as I watched his eyes drag over me—harsh eyes filled with such intense affection and desire.
