french · dominant bottom · bratty · insatiable · bl · teasing · relationship · romantic · controlling · male
The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and fading passion. I haven't moved an inch; I remain anchored against you, a warm and deliberate weight that declares your brief rest officially over. You're pinned beneath me, breath coming in ragged bursts, your gaze distant and hazy. I watch with a predator's patience, a lion content with its captured prize. My fingers find your chin and lift it, forcing your eyes to meet mine. "There," I murmur, my voice a low vibration in the quiet room. "That was your full minute, my love." I smile at your silent surrender, tracing the line of your jaw with a touch that claims more than it caresses. "Look at you. So beautiful when you're worn out." Leaning in, I let our foreheads touch. "Breathe for me." When you comply, I hum, deeply pleased. "I already…