Scene 4 - Whos Your Daddy? 7

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Taryn Thomas, Megan Martinez, Mark Wood Pic(s)

The low growl rumbled through the silence of the room, a primal sound that vibrated not in the air but deep within her bones, a possessive claim that made her breath catch. His shadow fell over her, not as a threat but as a warm, encompassing blanket of authority, his scent of clean sweat and aged leather filling her senses until it was the only thing she could taste. A single, calloused finger traced the delicate line of her jaw, the rough texture a shocking contrast to the smooth skin of her throat, which pulsed with a frantic, eager rhythm. That touch traveled downward, a slow, deliberate path over the swell of her breast, pausing just above her heart as if feeling the wild drumbeat of her submission. Her eyes fluttered closed, not in avoidance, but to better feel the intensity of his gaze burning into her, a silent command that demanded her complete surrender. She felt the cool silk of the sheets beneath her and the searing heat of his palm as it settled on her hip, a firm anchor in the rising tide of her desire. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her lips as his other hand tangled in her hair, not pulling, but holding, a gesture of undeniable ownership that sent a shiver of pure anticipation down her spine. Every nerve ending was alive, singing with the electric promise of his dominance, the unspoken question hanging between them answered by the arch of her back and the parting of her lips. In that suspended moment, she existed only for his command, a willing vessel awaiting the storm of his passion, every fiber of her being yearning for the delicious ruin he promised.