“Strip,” I order in a dark voice.
Her fingers shake as she reaches for her top.
“Slow,” I growl. “I wanna watch.”
Her hands tremble, but she obeys.
Her sweater slides up her body, baring her full curves. She steps out of her jeans, leaving her in only in a pair of tiny lace panties.
I circle her slowly, my fingers dragging across her bare skin, memorizing every curve, every soft dip.
“What about you?” Tina asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I raise a brow. “What about me?”
Her gaze flicks to my shirt-covered chest. “Don’t you… aren’t you going to…?”
I grin darkly and grab the hem of my sweater, dragging it over my head. Her eyes widen as she takes in the ink covering my chest and arms. Dark designs that twist all across my skin.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” I murmur.
Her breath catches, then she nods, her eyes eating me up, making my cock jump. “Yeah.”
My fingers curl around her throat, firm but careful, tilting her face up to mine.
“Tell me what you need, sassy,” I demand. “Tell me what you want.”
Her voice is shaky, but sure when she responds. “I want you, Aslan.”
My grip tightens just enough to make her gasp. “No,” I growl. “Tell me what you really need. What you crave.”
Her entire body is trembling now. “I… I like when you…”
“When I what?”
Her long, dark lashes lower. “When you’re rough,” she finally whispers.
I grin wickedly. “Good girl. We’re gonna have so much fun.”
