Daphne's POV
I captured his face in my palms and pressed my lips to his once more. This kiss was different, measured and purposeful. I wanted to savor every corner of his mouth, to commit to memory the way he responded when I caught his lower lip between my teeth. His hands moved toward my waist but I intercepted them, pushing them aside.
"Keep your hands to yourself," I whispered against his lips. "Until I give you permission."
He gave a quick nod, his breathing already uneven. Perfect. This was exactly how I wanted him.
Yielding.
Hungry.
Completely under my control.
I kissed him again while guiding him backward toward the bed. My tongue mapped the interior of his mouth as my palms explored the solid contours of his chest through his damaged shirt. When his legs bumped against the mattress edge, I gave him a firm push.
