She laughed breathlessly. "So green. So, so green. I just—I need a second to—"
"Breathe," Marcus commanded softly, and she did, drawing in air like she'd forgotten how. His hand came to rest on the back of her neck, grounding her. "Good. Now, tell us what you need."
"Everything," she whispered, the word barely audible. "I need everything."
Callum's fingers stilled their maddening exploration, and she nearly whimpered at the loss. "Everything is a rather broad request, treasure," he said, his voice carrying that edge of dark amusement that made her insides clench. "You'll have to be more specific."
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, and the sight of him—still fully clothed, perfectly composed except for the predatory gleam in his violet eyes—made her bold. "I need you to stop being so controlled. All of you. I need you to let go."
The silence that followed was deafening.
