Sasha’s POV
I walked into the suite wearing the exact dress he liked and the exact expression he had been starving for.
He was already waiting. Door locked behind me the second it closed.
“You’re early,” he said, voice low and pleased.
“I couldn’t wait.” I crossed to him without being told. Put my hands on his chest. Looked up through my lashes the way he loved. “I thought about you all day. About this. About how it feels when you take everything.”
His eyes darkened. The obsession in them was open now, raw and satisfied. “Say it properly.”
“I’m yours.” The words tasted like metal and victory. “For as long as you want me.”
He kissed me like a man who had finally won. Deep. Claiming. I kissed him back just as hard, let him feel the surrender he had been chasing since the first photo
