MAYA

His fingers tightened slightly at the sides of my neck, and I pressed mine into the tender spot on his wrist-a subtle warning. He was cautious, never putting pressure on my windpipe, ensuring I could still breathe.

"Do you want to come, Maya?" he murmured.

"Absolutely," I breathed. His chest heaved with a groan, his eyes momentarily closing before locking onto mine again. The tension built as I hurtled toward orgasm. I gasped for air, my back arching sharply. Just as I teetered on the edge, poised to tumble into ecstasy, I found my voice again. "Please, may I⁠—”

"Come for me, Maya," he rasped, covering my mouth with...