With deliberate slowness, William’s hands began to explore Anna’s body, gliding over her soft skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
His fingertips grazed the delicate slope of her neck, lingered over her collarbones, and traced a teasing line down the swell of her cleavage. When he lightly brushed her nipples, her chest quivered with a subtle, involuntary shiver of excitent, her breath catching in her throat.
His touch continued its languid descent—sliding down her waist, over the curves of her hips and thighs, until he reached her calves. Then, with confident hands, he grasped her ankles and gently but firmly spread her legs open before him, exposing her completely.
"Giving permission to do anything..." William murmured, his voice low and filled with restrained hunger, "That’s quite a dangerous move, Anna. But for your sake, I’ll try to keep so of my control."
He slid a pillow beneath her lower back in one smooth motion, adjusting her position with care before reaching for the waistband of her silk panties. In a single tug, he slipped them off and let them fall to the floor, his gaze lingering for a mont on the soft pink flush of her exposed skin.
Anna flinched slightly, the raw vulnerability of the mont making her entire body tense—but she didn’t pull away. She remained still, motionless, trusting him even in her embarrassnt.
Fixing his dark gaze between her thighs, William lifted her right ankle to his face and pressed a featherlight kiss to her skin. His lips lingered a mont too long, and she could feel the restraint behind the act—how close he was to giving in and sinking his teeth into her flesh just to mark her as his.
Then, drawing a single finger along her folds, he watched as her body responded to his touch. A faint, satisfied smile curled his lips.
"You seem ready for ," he said, his voice velvet-soft and dangerous. "But I’m not ready to grant you that wish just yet... There’s sothing else I want us to do first."
Anna didn’t even get the chance to respond before she felt sothing hot and rigid press against the soft skin just above her core.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as William slid between her thighs, gently pressing them together and trapping himself in the heated space between.
His manhood, fully erect and throbbing, pushed forward with a quiet, unspoken hunger. The way it nestled between her slender thighs—thick, warm, and pulsing—was almost intimidating. Its tip glided smoothly along the delicate silk of her skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
"Even though your body is more than ready to take ," William murmured, his voice laced with restraint, "I promised I’d be gentle with you every ti. So tonight... I’ll do my best to keep that promise."
Though his words soothed her on the surface, a flicker of doubt stirred in Anna’s chest. Deep down, she wasn’t sure whether he ant to keep that promise—or whether his tender tone was simply ant to lower her defenses.
She had nearly forgotten just how large he was. Every slow, deliberate movent of his hips served as a tantalizing reminder, making her feel as though he were already inside her—even though he hadn’t entered her yet.
Her body trembled, alive with a tingling heat that spread from her core outward. Without her even noticing, slickness gathered between her thighs, betraying just how deeply aroused she had beco.
It was almost humiliating—how effortlessly he could unravel her.
At first, her muscles tensed with the weight of that embarrassnt. But as his thick length continued to slide and pulse against her, she began to surrender, her body softening, lting beneath his touch. The tension gave way to submission, her instincts guiding her more than her thoughts ever could.
And then, she felt it—each subtle throb of his arousal, every twitch of the engorged veins beneath his skin. William wasn’t just moving against her anymore. He was imprinting himself onto her, with every slow drag and every barely-there grind, making her feel every inch of him before he even truly began.
At last, her thighs began to tremble as the first faint waves of pleasure rippled through her, slowly building toward the most sensitive corners of her body.
Her instincts scread for an anchor, for sothing—anything—to grasp onto. But with her hands bound above her head, all Anna could do was surrender to the uncontrollable jolts of sensation that coursed through her like delicate, electrifying pulses.
Again and again, William continued to slide himself between her trembling thighs, his rhythm steady, his focus unwavering. A wicked grin curled on his lips as he watched Anna’s body react to every thrust—each subtle twitch, every breathless shiver only deepened his desire.
Every ti he drove his hardened length forward, her body trembled violently. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, and the sight of her soft, round breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her pleasure only served to fuel his own growing need.
As another intense wave rushed through her, Anna instinctively drew her arms down to cover her flushed face, her elbows joining protectively in front of her. But William caught her wrists and gently pushed them back above her head, pinning her gaze with his own. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, low and commanding.
"Don’t move," he murmured. "You have to stay like this... at least until I finish."
Positioning her joined feet over his left shoulder, he reached down with his free hand and cupped her right breast, rolling the hardened pink nipple between his fingers with slow, deliberate pressure.
A flicker of heat flared in his dark eyes as he watched her arch in response, her back lifting ever so slightly off the bed. His tongue darted across his bottom lip, restrained, though his desire to cover her chest with heated kisses burned visibly beneath the surface.
Even his gaze alone felt like fire on her skin. There was sothing about William—an invisible power, a magnetic force—woven deep into the fabric of his nature. It made her feel raw and vulnerable, utterly exposed beneath him, even though she had already given him everything.
There was nothing left to hide, yet still, under his gaze, she felt completely undone.
Every ti he looked at her like that—from above, with eyes darkened by desire—Anna felt like the most alluring, sensual woman in the world.
In those monts, she wasn’t just herself; she beca sothing more. She felt like a finely-tuned instrunt crafted solely for his hands, responsive only to his touch. No one else had ever made her body sing like this. No one else ever could.
Slowly, yet irresistibly, arousal began to overtake her, crawling up her spine and wrapping itself around every nerve ending. Any pretense of shyness lted away. Her body betrayed her, giving voice to every hidden craving, every unspoken need. And William, with his relentless precision, savored each involuntary shudder that rippled through her under the weight of his touch.
He drank in her reactions—the twitch of her thighs, the sharp intakes of breath, the way her hips subtly tilted toward him. With a wicked grin, he quickened his movents, deliberately stroking himself over the delicate folds of her most sensitive place. His fingers found her swollen bud and rubbed slow, deliberate circles that made her legs tremble uncontrollably.
"I love seeing this side of you, Anna," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "So shy, yet so erotic. It drives insane, knowing this part of you belongs only to . No one else gets to see you like this—just ."
Anna’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red as his words sank into her. Her mind spun, but deep inside, she knew he was right.
Just as she bared this side of herself only to him, so too did he reveal a version of himself no one else would ever witness. William, who was always so composed, so guarded with the rest of the world, was unapologetically greedy when it ca to her.
And she welcod it. Here, in their shared silence and heat, they showed each other the rawest versions of themselves—unguarded, vulnerable, and sacred.
"I like it," Anna whispered, the words shaky but sincere as they slipped past her trembling lips. "I only want you... to see like this."
It was only a few words, but their weight was enough to shatter his control.
William’s manhood throbbed with a fierce intensity, and he began to pump himself faster, his movents growing more urgent as if he were already teetering on the edge of release. His jaw clenched, and a low growl of frustration rumbled from deep within him, as though he were trying to hold back sothing animalistic.
"You are rciless, Anna..." he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice rough with need. "Even when your tongue doesn’t touch , you still find a way to break apart."
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