Daphne's POV
Orion's fingers moved to his belt, working the leather free with deliberate slowness. The metal buckle clinked as he unfastened it, then pushed his jeans down over his lean hips. He stepped out of the denim and kicked it away, standing before me in nothing but dark boxers that left little to the imagination.
I closed the space between us in swift strides. My palm found his neck, fingers curling around the warm column of his throat. Not with force enough to cause pain, but with enough pressure to establish dominance. To remind him exactly who held the reins tonight.
"Tonight you're mine," I whispered against his ear. "Completely mine."
My free hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. He was still soft, warm flesh yielding under my touch. I curled my fingers around him and began to stroke, watching his face for every subtle reaction.
The friction was rough, probably uncomfortable, but he made no move to escape my grasp.
