Cavin's pov
A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, but she bit her lip, unwilling to let go. "This isn't fair. You can't just—"
"Fair?" I interrupted, leaning closer, our faces only inches apart. "Everything is fair when I want you under me. How can you tease me, sweetheart?"
She swallowed hard, glancing away, but I gently tilted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Look at me, Eliza. Tell me you don't feel this," I asked as my fingers brushed her south part. She moaned.
Silence filled the room as her resolve slowly unraveled. The vulnerability in her eyes sent a surge of something possessive through me, something that only intensified the longer we stood there, locked in this unspoken battle.
Her hands balled into fists, and she looked as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came. I leaned down, pressing my lips to her ear, my voice barely a whisper. "If you won't admit it, maybe you need a reminder." saying this I fastened my fingers to my mouth.