His hands pin your wrists above your head.
Not rough. Just held.
You test the restraint,
pulling slightly,
and feel the flex of his arms keeping you in place.
"Let me take care of you,"
he whispers against your collarbone.
Your instinct is to fight for control.
But surrendering to him
—to being completely at his mercy—
is somehow more powerful than being in charge.
Your body relaxes into his hold.
And that's when he moves.






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