Heena's wrists, previously pinned above her head, were finally released. But instead of using her freedom to push him away or strike back, her fingers instinctively curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him down closer against her.
Samuel let out a low groan against her collarbone as her nails scraped lightly through his clothing.
He shifted his weight, his knee gently parting her legs to settle himself firmly into the cradle of her hips. The undeniable, heavy evidence of his desire pressed flush against her, making Heena's breath hitch sharply in her throat.
"Still want to be in control?" he whispered huskily against her earlobe, his hot breath sending violent tremors through her core.
Heena bit her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut as his lips trailed fiery, open-mouthed kisses down her throat and toward her cleavage. "Shut up," she managed to gasp out, her voice trembling so much it sounded entirely like a plea.
