Ceasar's Pov
Her knees wobbled slightly, and I felt her surrender in the subtle weight of her body pressing against mine. Every motion, every whispered word, every brush of my lips or hands was meant to strip away the last thread of her restraint, to make her feel the irresistible pull of dominance, the slow burn of need, the undeniable truth that she belonged to me tonight, completely, utterly.
“Every shiver, every gasp…” I murmured, my voice low, thick with need, “I want to hear it, Vera. I want to know you feel every inch of me… how completely I consume you.”
Her breath hitched, shallow and trembling, a soft, needy whimper escaping as her body arched into my hand, seeking more of my touch. I leaned closer, my warmth pressing against her back, teeth grazing her earlobe, lips ghosting
