Larissa's POV
The fantasy consumed me completely. I could feel Carson's hands gripping my hair, his commanding voice telling me to wait, to hold back the climax building inside me. His body moved against mine with powerful thrusts, each one driving me closer to the edge I wasn't allowed to cross yet.
"I'm going to..." I whispered, my voice cracking with need.
"Not until I say so," he growled, pulling my hair tighter. "You wait for my permission."
I pressed my lips together, fighting against the overwhelming sensation that threatened to break my control. Carson's movements became more urgent, more demanding, his hardness seeming to grow even larger inside me.
"Larissa?"
The voice cut through my haze like a knife. I opened my eyes to find Carson's face close to mine, his expression filled with worry.
"Larissa? Are you alright?"
