Her hand cupped the back of his head, gentle but certain, leading him downward until his lips brushed the curve where her jaw met her neck. The skin there was warm, impossibly soft, carrying the faintest trace of her pulse.
He was ready to explore further, to taste more of the path she’d set him on—but her voice stopped him. Low, almost a whisper, but firm: “Right there.”
It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command wrapped in intimacy. She wanted him to stay, to focus on that one place, as though it was the center of her entire being. He could feel the rise and fall of her breath under his mouth, the subtle change in her heartbeat as he obeyed.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding him in place, her body shifting slightly to give him better access to exactly where she wanted him. And in that moment, he understood—it wasn’t about wandering. It was about finding one spot and making it the only spot that mattered.