A moan escapes my lips, and he takes it as permission to move further. He doesn’t turn his hand to meet my core, instead driving me crazy with the barely there caress of the back of his knuckles against my clit. “You think you’re in control, but your body is mine.” His lips meet the back of my neck in a kiss so soft it feels imagined. “Beg for it and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
