[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. RESTRICTED FOR AGES 17 YEARS AND BELOW.]
"The power is yours tonight, milady. Please be gentle with my heart."
Fil pressed her lips into a thin line, remembering Jackson was always the one on top. She rested her hands on his bare shoulder, lowering her head until her face was palm length away.
"If the power is mine, then don't move," she whispered, her fingertips crawling its way up to his neck and jaw. "Don't even dare touch me."
Jackson intuitively peeled his hands from her hips, leaving them on either side of him. "Oh, this is exciting —" The rest of his words rolled back into his throat when she suddenly smashed her lips against his. His brows crumpled, lifting his head a little to deepen the kiss.
His hands, which were still on the side, clasped the air. Where would these hands go?
