Amber.
The demand hit me like a bolt, sending shivers through my core as I stayed on my knees before him.
It wasn’t new—Zeden had pushed me into acts I’d never dreamed of, wild things that twisted my thoughts. But he always made it happen, bending me to his will.
He never repeated commands. I knew that.
“What are you waiting for?” he growled, his head tilting down like he could pin me with a stare. He swore he saw things, even in his darkness—shadows, shapes, whatever guided him.
My right palm still wrapped his length, firm and pulsing, while my left dug into his thigh for balance.
“Gonna keep teasing with those fingers, or get to it?” he pressed, impatience thick in his tone.
“What…” I mumbled, acting like I hadn’t caught his order to take him between my lips.
“I said, no just ha
