Control

Selena's breath hitched as she came back to her senses, realising the position they were in. Alex's hands were already under her skirt, his fingertips trailing slowly along her thigh, igniting sparks beneath her skin.

A shudder ran through her, not from fear but from the sheer intensity of his touch. His hands were cold, yet his lips, pressing against the delicate skin of her neck, were unbearably warm.

A soft gasp escaped her as he continued, a slow mixture of sucking, licking, and kissing. Each brush of his lips left a lingering heat, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

She squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. His lips travelled lower, down the column of her throat, lingering just above the neckline of her dress. Then, her hands moved.

A quiet, instinctive response. She placed them against his chest and pushed—just slightly, just enough for him to stop.