Her legs felt weak at the mere thought. Each word seemed whispered directly in her ear, in that low voice that unnerved her. Her body responded instantly, as if it had been expecting exactly that. He approached slowly, with that look that never left any doubt about what he wanted—and, especially, about what he would make sure to provoke in her. “You know you don’t need to provoke me this much…” she murmured, trying to control her breathing. He smiled, moving closer until he was just inches away. A slow smile. Confident. Dangerous. “Ah, but I want to,” he replied, his mouth almost brushing hers. “I want to feel you lose your breath… slowly.” His hand moved up her back with a gentleness that sent shivers down her spine. It was a touch that didn’t ask permission—it simply announced what was to come. He pulled her close, so close that she felt his warmth mingling with hers. And then, as promised, his lips touched her skin. Not hastily. Not hungrily. But with that kind of calculated slowness… that makes the whole body crave more even before receiving anything. “Can you feel it?” he whispered between kisses, his voice heavy with intention. “I’m going to tease you until you can’t form a sentence anymore… until you beg… until you call me that way only you know how.” She took a deep breath, but it was useless—she was no longer in control. And he knew it. He knew it and savored every second.