Chapter 71 I Know What You Need

• When he broke away from the kiss, seconds, minutes or even fucking hours later, his hand cupped my jaw and I couldn't look away. I couldn't hide from the intense expression in his gaze, one that held me captive and dared me to hide. His thumb traced the curve of my cheekbone like he was memorising the shape of me, and I realised he had never touched me like that.
• His thumb moved to my lower lip and pressed gently, then his mouth found my collarbone.
• Even though I liked how gentle he was, the slowness terrified me. The way he was taking his time like we had all morning, like there was nowhere else he needed to be. I was used to being taken fast and hard, mostly with my back turned to him. Not this way, with him tracing my collarbone with his lips like it was sacred ground.