CONNOR POV
I didn’t want to stop.
Goddess, I wanted to see her come undone again. I wanted to drag her over the edge until her voice was hoarse from screaming my name. I wanted her begging, writhing, eyes glazed and mind blank, lost in nothing but the feel of me—my mouth, my power, my c**k.
I wanted to bind her wrists to the headboard and play with her body until she forgot how to lie to herself. Until the only thing she could think, breathe, and feel was me.
I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. For any thought that didn’t begin and end with me.
But she wasn’t ready.
Not yet.
So I stopped. Slowly. Gently.
Her soul was still bracing for war. Even if her body had already surrendered.
Even as my own c**k throbbed painfully in my jeans, aching for her p***y, I let my hands slide off
