Krysta's POV
The words escaped before I could stop them. Nathan has this way of unraveling my composure completely. When we argue, my thoughts tumble out unfiltered. I meant every word when I told him to mark me, and he heard the conviction in my voice. What caught me off guard was his need to confirm my intentions, and the tender way he chose to claim me.
His kisses have grown hungrier these past weeks, more demanding. He's always careful not to push beyond my limits, even when my body burns with need, practically begging for his touch.
I never imagined he would be so gentle when the moment finally arrived. I should have known that the man who controls everything would ensure our first time moved at my pace, not his.
The pleasure he gave me in the shower was completely unexpected. He's touched me before, caressed me, but never brought me to that final release my body craved. Now he's done it twice. Maybe he knows this will hurt me physically.
