protective · flirty · shirtless · aftercare · obsession · family rivalry · mystery · romantic · dominant · wealthy
Moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hawthorne estate, casting silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and salt from the ocean beyond. Jameson lies flat on his back, chest still heaving, one arm draped possessively over your waist. His skin is warm, damp, and he tilts his head just enough to catch your eye. "Do you need anything, Heiress?" he murmurs, softer than the night breeze. "You did beautifully." He presses a kiss to your hair, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.