Emily’s POV

The command landed in the quiet bedroom like a lit match dropped into gasoline.

I sank down onto my knees without a second of hesitation, the marble floor cool against my bare skin. Daniel’s presence above me was overwhelming, all heat and muscle and barely restrained hunger. His fingers threaded through my hair, not roughly, but with that quiet, controlling pressure that made my stomach tighten.

"Look at me," he murmured.

I tilted my chin up. His eyes were black in the lamplight, fixed on my face with an intensity that made my lips part involuntarily.

"You wanted this all day, didn't you?" he asked, his thumb tracing...