Marcus crossed the space in two slow, grounded steps. He took her hand in his, large fingers wrapping around hers with that same quiet certainty she'd come to crave. His skin was warm. Solid. Alive.

Then--he knelt.

Right there before her, thighs wide, back straight, naked and proud and completely unguarded. His cock hung between his legs, already thickening, heavy and pulsing in the firelight--but he didn't reach for her. Didn't try to take.

He offered.

And something inside her snapped tight.

Her breath hitched.

The fire painted him in gold and shadow, and in that moment, with him below her, Lily didn't feel powerful.

She felt seen.

"I want...