Softer… yet Peaky and Wet**

Tessa was still trembling in his arms, but the moment her breathing steadied, a new fire ignited in her eyes. She pressed closer, her cool lips grazing his ear as she whispered, voice thick with hunger, "I need more."

Her hands moved with purpose now, sliding down his chest, her fingers tracing every sculpted muscle before reaching the waistband of his pants. Her touch was both gentle and possessive, her body still humming from her release, yet she craved more—craved him.

Parker exhaled sharply as she undressed him completely, her fingers skimming down his skin, her gaze filled with open admiration. Her icy fingertips contrasted with the heat of his body, leaving a delicious sensation wherever she touched.

"You're perfect," she murmured, trailing kisses down his jaw, across his collarbone. "And mine."

Parker smirked, his hands moving to her waist, gripping her firmly. "Yours, huh?"