“I should be wherever you are.”
He finally looked at me. His eyes bloodshot and Jaw clenched. That darkness in his eyes was familiar and frightening and beautiful in its own brutal way.
“You need to rest.”
“I need you.”
His head dropped forward. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”
I stepped closer and watched the sweat run down his body.
“I mean it. I need you like the air I breathe. I want you to own me,” I snapped, my voice low and shaking. “Like you used to. I want to feel your hands on my throat. Your voice in my ear. I want to cry from how good it feels when you finally take what’s already yours.”
He blinked, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
“You want pain?”
“I want power. All of it.”
He stepped forward slowly, like a man trying to keep himself from falling into the very thing he swore not to touch. His hands hovered near my waist but didn’t land.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Say the words, Nova.”
I looked him dead in the eyes.
“I want to submit.”
His hands curled into fists.
“I want to kneel for you again,” I said, softer now. “I want to be your good little slut. I want to cum when you say and only when you say. I want the rules back.”
Still, he didn’t touch me. But I saw his composure cracking. His nostrils flared and his hands opened and closed only grasping air.
“I’m not whole yet,” I whispered, stepping into his chest. “But I want to feel whole with you. If you’ll take me back.”
He cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek like it was made of glass.
“I never let you go.”
He kissed me then. Hard and deep like he was swallowing all the time we lost. And when he pulled back, his voice had dropped down into that low growl I’d missed so much it hurt.
“Go upstairs and take off your clothes. I want you on the bed, on your knees, facing the door. Don’t move and don’t speak.” He said, dominance radiating off him.
My breath caught and I whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
He stepped back and wiped the sweat from his brow as I turned on my heels and left the gym. I did exactly what he told me. I took my ass upstairs, removed my clothes and kneeled on the bed, facing the door. My body was trembling, but not from fear. From something I hadn’t felt in days, need. The good kind that started in my chest and burned its way down between my thighs. I missed this, him and me.
The bedroom door creaked open, but I didn’t look up. I heard the door click shut, slow and final. My breath got trapped in my lungs when his footsteps moved closer, heavy on the carpeted floor. I froze when Crew’s hand slid across my back, slow and careful. His fingers brushed my spine like a match about to be lit.
“You remembered the position,” he said, voice low.
“Yes, Sir.”
He exhaled like he’d been holding it for days.
“You still sure?”
“Yes, sir.”
