Tease

She stepped toward him, watching him lounging on the couch, his expression unreadable. The moment she was close enough, Sylus moved.

His hands seized hers in a swift motion, pulling them behind her back with practiced ease. A sharp inhale caught in her throat before she could stop it. He always did this—waited until she thought she had control before taking it away.

Heat flared low in her stomach, but it wasn’t just that. It was the knowing. The quiet, electric certainty that she was his to command, his to unravel, if he so chose.

“Tell me…” His voice was a dark whisper, amusement curling around each word. He smirked, his hand trailing the dip of her waist, lips brushing against her ear, teeth grazing just enough to make her breath stutter.

A shiver ran through her. He knew the effect he had, and he reveled in it. She felt it in the way he hovered, in the deliberate weight of his silence, in the way his fingers skimmed just short of where she wanted them.

“What do you want, my sweet kitten?”

She barely had time to react. He spun her in his grasp, pulling her back against his chest, his hands already settling at her waist. A rush of air left her lips at the sudden shift, her pulse spiking.

Her fingers twitched, instinct warring with surrender. Then, slowly, she traced over his hands. Not just in response—but in choice. Letting him feel her. Letting him know.

“I can feel your heart racing,” Sylus murmured, his voice low, pleased. “Your eyes close… you lean back in my touch.”

“I want what I always want.” Her voice was steady despite the shiver running through her. “You. Like this. Like only you can be.”

She exhaled softly, tilting her head just enough for her lips to graze his jaw. “I can’t hide how much I crave you.”

Sylus’ grip tightened slightly, his breath slow, measured. “Let me give you what you’re craving for, sweetie. Let me cherish every inch of your body with my hands and lips.”

She turned in his hold, pressing herself against him, surrendering without hesitation. One of her hands slid up his chest, resting over his heart, her fingers tracing slow circles through the fabric.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was no hesitation when she spoke.

“Then leave your mark on me, Sylus.”

She tilted her head, exposing the delicate skin of her neck—an invitation, a plea. “Let me feel you long after you let go.”

Her other hand found his, guiding it to the curve of her waist, her pulse pounding beneath his touch. “Show me I’m yours.”

He exhaled, his grip tightening, and for a moment, she thought he would claim her right then and there. But instead, he ran his nose along the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply before smirking.

“Mmmmh… impatient, kitten?” His voice was a taunt wrapped in silk. “Let’s play a little. Let me see how much teasing you can handle.”

Her fingers flexed against his as she tilted her head, attempting to meet his gaze. A flicker of something darker passed through his eyes—something unspoken.

Her pulse kicked up. There it was. The shift in the air, the tension between what he said and what he wasn’t saying.

“That depends,” she murmured, voice soft but laced with meaning. “Are you teasing me because you want to… or because you’re trying not to be mad at me?”

His smirk deepened, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, his grip on her wrists loosened slightly, just enough for his fingers to trace slow, deliberate circles over her skin. She shivered.

Then, finally, the words spilled out of her, unbidden but true. “After a long day of keeping everything under control, how delicious it is to relinquish.”

Sylus hummed in approval, his voice like velvet against her ear. “Mmm… delicious is the word.”

She exhaled slowly, letting herself sink into the sensation of being held, of being claimed. “The perfect blend of delirium and delight,” she murmured, eyes fluttering closed, “mingling so that it both heals and calms but also empowers body, mind, and soul.”

He tilted his head, pressing a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck before speaking. “A beautiful fusion of chaos and serenity… both soothing and invigorating. A true harmony of the senses.”

Her lips parted, her breathing uneven. “Oh, how I long for your touch and care, lover.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “That space you bring my mind to, where you release my every concern.”

He tightened his hold on her, possessive, reassuring. “I will bring your mind to places you don’t even know exist.”

A shudder ran through her, deep and visceral. There was no doubt in her mind that he would. No doubt that he could undo her, unravel her, strip her bare in ways far beyond the physical.

Her voice trembled, but not with fear. “If you mean to break me, lover…” Her hands gripped his shirt, anchoring herself. “Make sure you put me back together in your hands. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to.”

Sylus let out a slow breath, his fingers flexing against her waist. His answer wasn’t immediate. Instead, he let the silence linger, let the weight of her words settle between them.

Then, finally, he whispered, “Oh, my sweet kitten… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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