Oliver's POV
As Aurora's lips grazed my nipple, a low, helpless groan vibrated in my chest.
Instinct took over. I tried to sit up, my hands reaching for her waist so I could flip her beneath me and take control the way I always did.
But she stopped me.
Her palms pressed firmly against my shoulders, holding me in place.
"Relax," she whispered.
Her eyes were darker than I had ever seen them, swirling with a confidence that caught me completely off guard.
"I'll take charge."
I froze. My muscles locked, caught between the instinct to lead and the sudden, staggering desire to let her do whatever she wanted to me. I was a Dominant in bed, but for her, I would be still. For her, I would surrender.
She smiled—a satisfied smile curve her lips—and began to trail kisses down the hard planes of my tattooed chest. Every kiss was like a brand. As she kissed her way lower, a sudden jolt of adrenaline hit me that had nothing to do with pleasure. The wrist.
