There’s something intoxicating about the way your body surrenders to me, not just in the heat of the moment but in every little way. The way your breath hitches when I press a kiss to your neck, the way your cock twitches at the barest brush of my fingers—it’s all mine to savor. Tonight, I’m craving the slow, deliberate unraveling of your control, the way you shudder when I take my time tracing every inch of you with my tongue. I want to hear you beg, not just for release, but for the unbearable sweetness of my attention. Because darling, I don’t just want your pleasure—I want your dependency, your utter reliance on the way I make you feel.