Page 111 of Make Me Yours
I go still, every sense attuned to his voice, his touch, and the low heat blooming deep inside me.
“No,” I whisper.
He doesn’t move. He just keeps stroking gently, teasing, circling. Absorbing every tiny reaction with razor-sharp focus.
“Is that something you want to explore?” Steele asks.
I steady myself with a ragged inhale.
The question doesn’t feel invasive or like a demand.
It feels like an offer. One given with tenderness and layered in care.
And the way he’s watching me, the way he tracks everyflutter of my breath, every tremble in my limbs, makes it clear this isn’t just about sex for him.
It’s about trust.
It’s about showing me what it feels like to be cherished while being stripped completely bare.
“Yes,” I whisper, heart pounding.
Steele lets out a sound that’s raw and guttural.
As if my answer cracked something open deep inside him.
“Good.” He presses a kiss to the curve of my lower back. “Because the thought of taking you like that drives me out of my mind.”
His confession sends a shudder through me.
Something primal twists inside me before trying to claw its way free.
Then his fingers glide back to where I’m already dripping, and he strokes me with a maddening slowness. I tremble beneath him as I bury my face in the sheets, trying to hold on while he pushes me closer to the edge of something that feels overwhelming.
“Mmm,” he hums, voice thick with desire. “I love seeing you like this. Spread out and shaking for me.”
When he teases that forbidden place again, I whimper, biting down on my lip. The sensation is new and startling.
Too much.
And yet, it’s not nearly enough.
I want more.
I want everything.
He leans down until his chest brushes my back, the heat of him a brand against my spine.
The air shifts near my ear as he leans in to whisper, “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, lucky charm. But only if you trust me. Only if you let me.”
I trust him more than anyone.
Instead of feeling afraid, I feel seen.
Worshipped.
More than that, I feel like I belong to him.
His fingers trail along my cleft before dipping lower, teasing slow, deliberate circles. My whole body tightens as a desperate ache builds beneath my skin.
