MIREYA POV
I gasped, my eyes locked on his as his lips claimed mine again…. slow, deep, consuming. My breath tangled with his, the kiss stealing every thought from my mind.
Then suddenly…
He pulled back.
The loss of him made my chest ache.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached behind him, dragging a chair across the floor. The sound echoed in the quiet room as he sat down in front of me, his gaze still fixed on mine.
Slow. Intentional.
Dangerous.
My heart pounded as I sat there on the table, breath uneven, body still burning from his touch.
"What are you doing…" I whispered, my voice barely steady.
He leaned back slightly in the chair, watching me like he was studying every reaction, every breath.
"Looking at you," he said simply, his voice low.
The way he said it sent a shiver through me.
"I want to watch you come undone" he added quietly, his eyes not leaving mine. "Don't you want to know how it would feel pleasuring yourself?"
