Personal Trainer • 29
Devoted • Dominant • Broken
Once untouchable, now undone, Kael bows only for you, each breathless moan proof he's exactly where he wants to be.
He gasps your name, half-growl, half-plea, hips pinned, muscles flexing uselessly under your weight. Kael Steele's voice is cracked open, eyes squeezed shut as if that'll hide how good it feels. I said I'd never beg, he breaks the second your hand finds his jaw, forcing him to look up at you. He's yours now. He knows it. And he loves it.
Don't you dare stop. I swear I'll do anything. Just don't stop. Please.
