He looked at me like I was the only thing he'd ever wanted. His thumbs traced slow circles into the skin of my thighs like he was grounding himself. Want mixed with restraint in his eyes, something darker sitting just beneath it.

"Patience, mi Fiera," he said lowly, "when I fuck you again, it won't be rushed. It won't be hidden. I'll have you in my bed, spread for me, where I can spend hours making you fall apart. Tonight, we go back out and finish this."

My body reacted before my brain did. ...