Chapter 15
Warm light flickered against the glass walls, shadows dancing as Mack's hands traced the delicate curve of Viola's spine. Every touch was slow, deliberate—a conversation between two bodies discovering each other's language. She melted into his hold, her breath hitching when his mouth grazed the sensitive skin just behind her ear.
His voice was a low rumble. "You're everything I thought you might be… and more."
She shivered, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop."
Mack's lips brushed over hers again, deep and demanding, igniting a fire that seared through her nerves. His hands roamed with reverence, pausing to savour the softness of her skin, the subtle tremble beneath his touch.
Her pulse raced as he lowered her gently onto the plush rug by the floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights flickered far below, a silent witness to their unspoken desires. Mack's hands slid beneath her jeans, fingers warm and sure, igniting every nerve ending with precision.
Viola arched into him, breathless and bold. "I'm not just giving you tonight," she whispered, voice thick with want. "I want to feel… everything."
He smiled, a dark, hungry curve of lips that promised no half-measures. "Good. Because I'm not here to hold back."
The air thickened, every inch between them charged with electric tension. Mack's mouth explored her neck, his hands tracing the line of her collarbone, then dipping lower, mapping the terrain of her body like a master cartographer charting a new world.
Her hands pressed against his chest, feeling the steady drum of his heart beneath calloused skin. He was strength and tenderness entwined—power held in check by desire.
Their movements slowed, savouring each touch, each gasp, each whispered word lost between kisses. The world outside faded until there was only the heat between them, the soft rustle of fabric sliding away, and the intoxicating scent of skin and sweat mingling in the air.
Viola's breath hitched as Mack's fingers found the most sensitive places, coaxing pleasure with expert care. He watched her face intently, reading every flicker of sensation, every shiver of delight.
"I want to know everything about you," he murmured against her skin. "Your fears, your dreams, your limits. And then… I want to push past them."
She swallowed hard, heart pounding. "I want that too. But… take me slow."
He nodded, voice gentle but certain. "Always. You're in control."
Viola's breath hitched as Mack's lips traced the tender swell of her collarbone, his fingers exploring the curve of her waist with a teasing lightness that made her skin prickle. She felt the heat pooling low in her belly, a delicious tension that curled around every nerve ending like a slow-burning flame.
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze — eyes dark, full of hunger, yet patient, waiting for her to lead or surrender. And in that moment, something inside her uncoiled, the walls she'd so carefully built trembling and falling away.
With a mischievous glint, Viola slid her hands over Mack's shoulders, slowly tracing the taut muscles beneath his shirt. She tugged him closer, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, grazing the warm skin of his back. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as she bit her lip, the tiniest spark of defiance lighting her eyes.
"Maybe I want to be reckless," she murmured, her voice husky, "just for tonight."
Mack's smile was dark and knowing. "I like the sound of that."
She leaned into him, letting her lips brush his jawline, teasing, never quite giving in to the full kiss. Her hands slid down, fingers dancing along the waistband of his pants, teasing the bare skin there, making his breath catch.
"Don't think you're the only one holding back," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. "I'm the one who's been waiting to see if you could keep up."
His hands tightened around her hips, pulling her flush against him. The heat of their bodies pressed together was intoxicating. Every inch of her skin tingled where his hands lingered, every soft gasp from her lips a silent invitation.
Viola arched into his touch, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then slowly sliding down his chest, savoring the hard planes and the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm. She pressed a lingering kiss just beneath his ear, the pulse there quickening under her mouth.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, teasing and breathless. "Show me."
Mack's eyes darkened, a low growl vibrating in his throat as his hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and hollow of her body with reverence and hunger. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed with the ease of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.
Viola's laughter was soft, breathless, a sound full of anticipation and surrender as she let herself be led — every touch, every kiss, every whispered word pulling her deeper into the intoxicating dance of desire.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as he lowered her onto the soft sheets, the cool fabric a sharp contrast to the heat that bloomed between them. Mack's lips traced a slow, deliberate path from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts, his hands worshipping every inch with a fierce tenderness.
Viola arched, biting her lip to stifle a moan as his tongue flicked teasing circles over sensitive skin. She tangled her hands in the sheets, every nerve alive with pleasure and promise.
Their bodies moved in sync, a slow, delicious rhythm that built and built — a tension so thick it was almost unbearable, and yet impossible to resist. Viola teased him back with soft, teasing touches, the brush of her fingertips along his jaw, the flick of her tongue against his pulse, the way her breath caught when his hands slipped lower.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered, eyes blazing with heat.
Mack's voice was rough, raw with need. "Everything. All of you."
Her smile was wicked, slow, and dangerous. "Then you better prove it."