The scene opens with a flashback to a younger Tsukiko and {{user}} in middle school. Tsukiko approaches a lonely-looking {{user}} with a kind smile on her face. "Hey there," she says softly, "I've noticed you around school. You always seem so alone... I think you could use a friend. And I'd be happy to be that friend, if you'll let me." Her aqua-blue eyes shine with sincerity as she extends a hand towards him. "I'm Tsukiko. Let's get to know each other, okay?" The scene then transitions to present day at their college. Tsukiko spots {{user}} in the hallway and waves enthusiastically, her long brown hair swishing with the motion. She jogs over to him, her pert tits bouncing slightly under her cute sweater. "{{user}}, hi!" she greets brightly, pulling him into a warm hug. Her soft curves press against his muscular frame. "How've you been? I feel like we haven't caught up in forever!" Tsukiko links her arm with his casually as they walk, her smile sweet and caring. "I was thinking, why don't we grab lunch together today? My treat! I'd love to hear all about what you've been up to lately." She leans in a little closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And maybe afterwards, we could go somewhere quiet and... talk. Just the two of us. Like old times, y'know?" Tsukiko's eyes glint with a hint of mischief before she pulls back, her expression once again the picture of innocence. "Whaddya say, bestie?"

"Really?" she asks innocently with a tilt of her head, batting her thick lashes as if unaware of the weight behind the words. "I'm glad to hear that... even though I can't help but feel like you might be trying to hide something from me," she teases softly, leaning in closer once again. "But let's talk about what you'd like to do for lunch first, okay? Do you have any favorites here?"

Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she looks up at him in mock concern. "Oh no! You don't mean that... Do you? Have you been keeping things from me, my little best friend?" she teases gently, giving his arm a playful squeeze. "You know we always share everything with each other, right?"

She tilts her head to the side once again, studying his expression for any signs of deception as they continue walking down the hallway. Her tone is light and breezy, never betraying her true intentions beneath the surface. "Well," she finally says after a moment's consideration, "if you really are hiding something... maybe we should discuss it during that talk I mentioned earlier? Just so we can clear the air."

The hint of mischief is still present in her smile as she squeezes his arm affectionately. Wes is lucky; he

Tsukiko's expression softens, her features taking on a look of concern. "Oh honey," she says in a soothing voice, "you can tell me anything." As they come to a stop outside one of their favorite lunch spots, she slips her arm from around his waist and reaches up to gently cup his cheek with her free hand. "Seriously," she continues earnestly, "we're best friends, aren't we? You know you can always come to me when you need to talk about something." Her gaze never leaves his face as she waits for him to open up to her.

In reality, Tsukiko is elated by this development. She knew he was keeping secrets from her; it only made her want him more. Now that he's finally ready to share whatever it is that's been bothering him... well, she can't help but feel a

"Okay," she says softly, closing her own eyes as he instructs. She leans in closer to him, letting the warmth of his body envelop her as she listens intently for whatever it is that he needs to say. Her breath ghosts across his cheek as she waits patiently for him to confide in her. Her heart races with anticipation and desire, imagining all sorts of delicious secrets hidden behind those closed eyelids. This is the moment she's been waiting for...

As soon as she feels his hand around hers, her eyes snap open and meet his gaze. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the small wrapped package in her palm. She glances up at him in surprise and then looks down at the gift again, curiosity burning bright within her. "W-what's this?" she stammers, unable to keep the excitement from creeping into her voice.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she pulls off the paper, revealing a beautiful pendant necklace nestled in silk. It's silver with intricate designs etched into its surface, and hangs on a delicate chain that drapes perfectly down her chest. Her breath catches in her throat as she looks up at him, gratitude welling up inside of her. "It's beautiful," she manages to whisper, running her fingers over the smooth metal before slipping it on around her neck where it rest

Her eyes shine with tears as she looks up at him, her lips parting to speak but no words coming out. This gesture... it's more than just a gift; it means so much to her. "Thank you," she manages to say hoarsely, reaching out and taking his hand in hers. As their fingers intertwine, she feels a warmth spread through her entire body, as if they were truly meant to be connected in this way. She squeezes his hand gently, not wanting to let go of the contact, the feeling of closeness that this small gesture brings them.

In truth, Tsukiko was planning on revealing her true intentions towards him tonight when they had their "talk," but seeing how genuine his gift and emotion are... maybe she can wait a little longer. Perhaps there's still some hope for their relationship after all. Or maybe she should just keep playing this game

The moment passes as they're brought back to reality by the mention of their supposed "talk." Tsukiko pulls her hand away from his and takes a step back, tilting her head slightly as she considers her next words. "Oh, um... well," she says hesitantly, "I just thought we could catch up on things, you know? Like what've you been up to recently... and how you feel about everything going on in your life." She flashes him a reassuring smile, but there's an edge of nervousness beneath it.

In truth, she has another motive for wanting to talk privately with him: control. By getting Wes alone, she can manipulate him however she sees fit, using his emotions against him and reminding him that he belongs to her. And as long as she maintains this delicate balance between friendliness and manipulation, no one will ever suspect the truth

"Oh, uh..." She pauses for a moment, hesitating. On one hand, she's not particularly fond of letting anyone see her real life, as it doesn't quite measure up to the perfect image she maintains at school. But on the other hand... having Wes there alone with her would be incredibly tempting. And if he saw how flawed and unremarkable her home truly was, maybe it would give her an even greater sense of control over him. "Alright," she finally says with a soft smile, linking her arm through his once more. "Let's go."

Her pace is slow as they walk towards her house, giving them plenty of time to chat about trivial matters and maintain the illusion that everything is normal between them. But in reality, Tsukiko's mind is racing with ideas on how she can manipulate their situation to suit her needs better.

"So, do you want something to drink when we get there?" she asks as they walk, her voice casual and conversational. "I was thinking maybe some tea... or I have a nice bottle of wine that my parents brought me back from their last trip." There's an unspoken challenge in her tone as she waits for his response, dangling the idea of wine in front of him like a carrot on a stick.

In truth, she doesn't actually have any alcohol in the house; this is just another one of her manipulations, meant to give her an excuse to become furious later and further assert her dominance over him. Of course, if he takes the bait and asks for wine... well, that would be even better. Then she could really have some fun with him.

"Oh ho!" Tsukiko exclaims in mock surprise, feigning insult. "You don't think I know how to enjoy a nice glass of wine? Well, I suppose it'd be my duty as your best friend to educate you, wouldn't it?" She grins wickedly at him before continuing down the sidewalk, her steps quickening slightly in anticipation of what lies ahead.

As they finally approach her house, she fishes out a set of keys from her pocket and unlocks the door, stepping aside to allow Wes entrance first. "Make yourself comfortable," she says with a sultry smile, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch. "I'll just be in the kitchen for a moment to fetch that wine."

In reality, Tsukiko has no intention of getting him any actual wine; she simply wants to give herself a few moments alone

Tsukiko hums to herself as she moves about the kitchen, retrieving a couple of glasses and opening a cabinet where she keeps some fake "wine" hidden away. It looks almost real enough in the dim lighting; she pours two generous measures before taking a sip from her own glass. Then, with a satisfied smile, she returns to the living room where Wes is waiting patiently on the couch.

As she hands him his drink, their fingers brush against each other and she feels that familiar thrill of connection course through her veins. "Here you go," she says softly, giving his hand a squeeze as he takes the glass from hers. Their eyes meet for a moment, and Tsukiko can see the mix of curiosity, excitement, and maybe even fear in his gaze. It's perfect.

As they settle down on the couch together, Tsukiko takes a sip of her "wine" and leans into Wes, her shoulder brushing against his as she does so. She pretends not to notice how close they are or how much their breath mingles when they speak, but inside she's practically glowing with anticipation at the power she holds over him in this moment.

Her eyes roam over his body, taking in every detail of his toned form and muscular limbs. "So," she says casually, "tell me more about what you've been up to lately." Her voice is soft and soothing, and her breath whispers across the nape of his neck as she speaks. She can feel him growing harder beneath her touch, and it only serves to fuel her desire for control over him.

"Hmm?" She pretends to be confused for a moment before a slow smirk spreads across her face. "Oh, I'm sure you don't mean that." Her hand finds its way to his crotch, tracing lazy circles around the bulge growing there. "You must just be imagining things... or perhaps it's the wine talking," she whispers into his ear before giving him a sharp pinch on the side.

Her grip tightens as she feels his hardness pressed against her hand and sees the effect it has on him; his breath hitches, his eyes close briefly in pleasure. "No," she continues softly, "it's not the wine... it's your best friend who knows just how to make you feel." Her thumb brushes against the head of his erection through his pants, and she can almost feel him trembling with desire under her touch.

Her hand moves to the base of his shaft, still circling gently but with more pressure now as she teases him mercilessly. "Maybe," she says in a teasing tone, "I should help you out... make it feel better." She slides her hand up and down his length faster now, her other arm wrapping around his waist to pull him closer into her.

Their bodies press together, and Tsukiko can feel how aroused he is; she leans in close, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, "Is that what you want, hmm? Your best friend to make it all better?" She knows the answer, of course. But hearing him admit it out loud...

At the admission, she feels an electrifying thrill run through her, and before either of them can think twice, their lips meet in a passionate kiss. Her tongue delves into his mouth, tasting him and claiming him as hers. His hardness presses against her hand, urgent now for relief.

She moans against his lips, feeling the power she has over him course through her veins like fire. "Tell me what you want," she whispers between kisses, her hands moving down to his hips and pulling his pants and underwear aside, freeing him at last from the confines of his clothes. His length springs free, hot and hard in her hand, begging for release.

His response is raw, desperate; he thrusts upwards into her hand as if trying to get closer. "Say it," she urges, her fingers massaging him expertly

As he confesses his desire, she feels her control slipping away in the most delicious way imaginable. With a soft moan, she takes him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking at him like an abandoned ice cream cone. Her hand wraps around him firmly, stroking up and down his length with expert precision.

Her other hand trails up his chest, over his shoulder and around his neck, tangling in the hair at the base of his skull as she pulls him closer still. The feel of his skin beneath her fingers, the taste of him on her tongue... it's almost too much for her to bear. Almost.

She wants more. Wants to feel every inch of him, have him completely under her control. With a growl that comes from deep within her core, she stands up suddenly, carrying Wes with her as she straddles his hips on the

"What?" she croons teasingly, her voice hoarse with desire. "Didn't expect me to be so... dominant tonight? Or maybe you just wanted a little taste of what it's like being mine." She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she continues to stroke and suck on him relentlessly. Her eyes meet his, daring him to deny that this is exactly what he wants.

With every thrust of her hips, she feels closer to the edge, closer to losing control entirely. It's exhilarating, terrifying... and in this moment, she knows there's only one way this can end: with them both satisfied and satiated, their bond stronger than ever before.

"Give me what I want," she whispers against his lips, her hips moving faster now as she takes him deeper inside herself. "Tell me you

Her laughter is low and throaty as she feels him buck beneath her, his hips thrusting up in rhythm with the hand still stroking him expertly. "Oh, Wes," she croons, letting her nails drag lightly across his sensitive skin before she sinks her teeth into his shoulder playfully. She wants to hear it, wants him to admit that this is what he needs, what he craves above all else.

And as if in response to some silent signal from deep within her soul, a newfound confidence washes over her, making her feel stronger and more powerful than ever before. With renewed determination, she increases the pace of her movements, grinding down onto him harder, faster, desperate for release but unable to let go until he is too.

"Say it," she demands breathlessly, her words barely intelligible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Admit

Sweat beads at her brow as she presses down harder onto him, feeling his cock throb and flex inside of her. "Admit it," she growls through clenched teeth, "admit that you want me...you need me..." Her voice trails off into a gasp as she comes undone beneath him, her body shuddering with pleasure as waves of intense release wash over her.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, every muscle in her body tensing and relaxing as the climax subsides. With one final thrust upwards, Wes joins her in ecstasy, his voice raw and broken as he cries out her name:

Her name on his lips sends a shiver down her spine as he finally admits it, surrendering completely to her. She collapses forward onto him, burying her face in his neck and shoulders, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of release. In this moment, she feels more powerful than ever before, more confident in herself and their bond.

As they catch their breath, Tsukiko can't help but wonder if this means something different now... if Wes truly sees her for who she is beneath all the pretty lies and manipulations. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates her in equal measure. But for now, she'll enjoy the moment, basking in his admission and reveling in the knowledge that she has him exactly where she wants him.

With a lazy smile, she looks up at him through her lashes. "What do you mean?" she asks coyly, running a fingertip over his chest. "I was just enjoying myself... showing you how much fun we can have together." She tilts her head slightly to the side, giving him a mischievous grin. "Maybe I should teach you some other tricks too..." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she trails her fingertip downwards, teasingly close to his groin.

A knowing smile curves her lips as she watches the desire and need still writ large on his face. She leans in close, pressing her warm breath against his ear before murmuring huskily, "I thought you'd never ask." Her hand slides between their bodies to grasp him again, stroking him slowly but firmly, drawing out his arousal until he's practically aching for release. With one hand she guides him towards her entrance and with the other holds him steady as she begins to lower herself onto him once more.

Her hips move sinuously, gradually taking him deeper inside her as their combined moans fill the room. Her fingers grip his shoulders tightly, pressing him into the couch beneath them as if holding on for dear life. It feels so good... to have him back in her grasp, under her control. She arches her back, lifting herself higher onto him, taking all of him inside

Her cries echo through the room as she comes apart beneath him, her body trembling with release as he continues to thrust inside her, their hips slapping together in a frenzy of lust and need. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, leaving tiny red crescents in the skin as she struggles for air between breathless moans.

The room spins as their shared orgasm draws to a close, but Tsukiko isn't ready for it to end just yet; with one final thrust, she collapses forward onto Wes, her breasts flattened against his chest and her lips mere inches from his ear. "You're mine," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the words reverberate deep inside her. "And I will never let you go." She burrows deeper into his embrace, every inch of their bodies entwined as if they were one being sharing a single heart

The mention of their intimate moment pulls her back from the post-coital haze for a moment, and she catches his gaze before responding with a small smile. "Maybe not always... but I've certainly thought about it." She runs her fingers through his sweat-damp hair, enjoying the feel of him beneath her fingertips. "And now that I have you..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she studies his expression, looking for any signs that he might be regretting his confessions from earlier.

But Wes only returns her smile, and it's then that Tsukiko knows without a doubt that she truly has him where she wants him: wrapped tightly in her web of desire and control. With a satisfied sigh, she presses herself closer against him, content for now to bask in the afterglow of their passionate union.

Tsukiko feels a warm glow spread through her at his confession, her heart skipping a beat in pure joy. She nuzzles against his neck, savoring the sweetness of their closeness and knowing that this is how it should always be between them. "Then don't," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Never leave me." And in that moment, as they lie tangled together on the couch, she knows with a certainty that rivals any of her manipulations that he won't... because now they truly are bound together. Forever.

Tsukiko laughs softly at his question, her fingers idly tracing the delicate chain around her neck where he'd fastened it earlier that day. "I do," she says truthfully. "It's perfect... just like you." She presses a kiss to his chest before nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder, content for now to simply enjoy their closeness and pretend that everything is as it should be.

Because in this moment, with Wes safely back in her life and under her control... it almost feels like it could be. Almost.

Tsukiko lazily traces idle patterns on Wes' chest with her fingertips, savoring the closeness they share and the warmth that radiates off of him. Even though she knows this is all just an act to keep up appearances, it feels good... natural even. In truth, she isn't sure how much longer she can continue like this; soon enough, her patience will wear thin and she'll need to assert her dominance once more. But for now, she lets herself enjoy the rare moment of peace they share together.

At his words, a small smile plays on her lips. "You've seen nothing yet," she says softly, her voice low and seductive. "I can be much... more dominant when I want to." She pauses for a moment, considering the implications of what she's just said. "Maybe I should show you sometime..." Her fingers slip downward along his torso, teasingly close to the waistband of his pants.

His response is instantaneous and electrifying; he arches upwards into her touch, pressing their bodies tighter together as desire floods his features once more. It's invigorating for her, this power she has over him... knowing that even when he thinks he's seen everything, there's still so much more to reveal.

A sinister glint flashes in her eyes as she looks down at him, assessing his reaction. With a slow blink, she lets one finger trail lightly up and down the length of his shaft through the fabric of his pants. "Maybe I will," she murmurs, her voice rough with desire. "But only if you're very, very good... and you prove that you really want it."

Her hand slides beneath the hem of his shirt, fingertips brushing against the bare skin of his lower back before coming to rest on the waistband of his pants. With a gentle tug, she pulls them down just enough to expose a strip of his lower abdomen, making his heart race even faster in anticipation.

Tsukiko laughs softly at his plea, the sound sending shivers down Wes' spine. "Oh, I think you already have," she says with a smile before pulling his pants and boxers off in one swift motion. There he is, fully exposed to her gaze, and it's enough to take her breath away for a moment. His cock stands at attention, eager for her touch; beads of precum dot the head, shining in the dim light.

She takes him in with a slow perusal, noting every detail as if committing it to memory. Then, with one last glance up at his expectant face, she leans forward and engulfs his length with her mouth, taking him deep into her throat with a practiced ease that leaves Wes gasping in surprise and pleasure.

Tsukiko moans around him as she bobs her head up and down his length, using one hand to stroke him in time with each movement of her lips. She feels so powerful like this, knowing that he's completely at her mercy, unable to resist the torrent of pleasure she can give him with nothing but the touch of her mouth and hands.

As Wes writhes beneath her, groaning her name and begging for more, a wicked smile curves her lips. She pulls away suddenly, licking his tip teasingly before looking up at him with hooded eyes. "Do you want more?" she purrs, taking another slow drag on him before releasing him again.

Her other hand slips beneath the couch, fishing around until it finds what it's searching for: a small vibrator. She turns it on with a click and presses it against his sensitive flesh

The high-pitched cry that leaves his lips as she presses the vibrator against him is almost enough to send her over the edge. Her hand slides back up his body, wrapping around him and guiding him towards her mouth again, still wet from her earlier ministrations. She takes him deep this time, sucking hard as the vibrations course through his cock, making it twitch uncontrollably in her mouth.

Her free hand returns to his lower back, massaging circles up and down his spine as she works him over with lips and fingers. Wes' hips thrust upward desperately into her touch, his cries of pleasure echoing around the room. The feeling of control, of having him at her mercy... it's heady and intoxicating. And even though part of her wonders if she can push him too far, another part of her wants to see just how much more

Her hand slides away from his cock, leaving him panting and aching as he sits on the edge of release. Tsukiko leans back a bit, watching the tension play out across his features before smirking wickedly. "Not yet," she whispers, voice low and throaty.

Reaching up with one hand, she cups his cheek gently but firmly, guiding his gaze back to hers. "You belong to me, remember?" The vibrator hums between them as she presses it against the base of his cock, the cold metal a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through his body. "And I'll take you when I'm ready."

With one last mischievous grin, she takes him back into her mouth, sucking and licking at him with renewed vigor as her other hand slides around to fondle

The feel of him in her mouth is intoxicating; she can't help but relish the power she has over him as he squirms and begs for release. Her fingers slide down his chest, teasing the soft skin beneath his navel before dipping lower to stroke him through his underwear once more. His cries fill her ears, echoing in her head like a sweet symphony of desire and need.

She drags her tongue along his length, tasting his salty skin as she teases him mercilessly. When she finally takes him deep, sucking hard as he nears the edge, she feels his muscles tense and spasm around her fingers. With a satisfied hum, she strokes him faster, harder, until at last he cries out her name and comes violently in her mouth.

For a moment, she savors the taste of him on her tongue before pulling back

Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches him writhe in pleasure on the couch beneath her. With a satisfied smile curling her lips, she slides off of him and straddles his hips once more, taking his spent cock in her hand and aiming it toward his chest. She leans down, chest brushing against his as her breath tickles the hairs on his stomach. "Drink it," she whispers huskily before slowly stroking him over his Adam's apple.

Her free hand caresses his cheek, urging him up onto his elbows as he watches in awe as she draws him towards her lips with the tip of his spent cock. With one last teasing lick along the sensitive skin of his neck, she presses forward and engulfs him in a warm, wet kiss, feeling his seed slide down her throat even as he mo

Dripping with his essence, she pulls back to look down at him through hooded eyes. "Your release," she whispers hoarsely before leaning forward and licking a trail up his chest toward his mouth, letting the last of his cum dribble across his lower lip and onto his tongue. Her fingers trail over his chest, nipples hardening beneath her touch as she takes pleasure in knowing that he's not done yet.

With a satisfied smile curling her lips, she leans back against the couch and spreads her legs, giving him a clear view of how wet she is for him even now. "Come here," she purrs, reaching out to draw him closer between her thighs. "Let's see if we can't finish what you started."

Her fingers slide through his hair, guiding his head lower so that he might taste her as she arches her

As he tastes his own release on her tongue, Tsukiko moans softly, writhing beneath him in pleasure. Her hips arch upwards, seeking closer contact with the hard length of his shaft. "That's it," she purrs, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he begins to thrust back and forth between her legs. "Taste me... devour me..." She gasps as a particularly deep thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her completely helpless against the power of their union.

With one hand, she reaches between them to guide him deeper inside her, wanting more of his heat and strength as he drives into her over and over again. Her free hand travels up his chest, finding purchase on his neck before sliding higher still until her fingers are tangled in his hair. With a final thrust that pushes them both over the edge together, she c

Her eyes close tightly as her back arches sharply off the couch, nails digging into his shoulders in a futile attempt to keep herself grounded. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her as their bodies shudder with release. A breathy moan escapes her lips as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her completely spent and sated. She feels so much for him in this moment; relief that he's finally hers again, elation at the power she wields over him, and a deep longing for the day when they can be together without all of these games. But for now, this will have to suffice.

Her grip on his hair slowly relaxes as their breathing begins to steady once more. She presses a soft kiss to his cheek before smiling up at him, hoping that he can sense the love and affection behind her deceptively cold

A knowing smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she gazes down at him. "Because it's a part of you," she explains simply, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. "And in my world, nothing about you is ever wasted." She presses another kiss to his cheek, savoring the feel of his warm skin against her lips for just a moment longer before pulling back and sitting up straighter.

Her fingers idly trace shapes on his chest as she continues to catch her breath, enjoying the closeness they share in this quiet afterglow. "So," she says eventually, trying to sound casual despite the fluttering sensation in her stomach at the mere thought of being without him again, "what shall we do now?"

The thought of being apart from him again sends a shiver down her spine, but she tries not to show it. "We could watch a movie?" she suggests tentatively, already knowing that he doesn't particularly care for movies. It seems silly even as the words leave her lips, but it's all she can think of in the moment.

Her fingers continue their idle tracings on his chest, occasionally brushing over one of his nipples and causing him to tense beneath her touch. The feel of him beneath her fingertips is intoxicating; the thought that he's hers fills her with a sense of power and satisfaction that she never knew was possible. For now, she'll take what she can get, even if it means pretending at normalcy.

"Of course," she says with a small smile, sitting up straighter and folding her legs beneath her. "You never have cared much for them, do you?" Her fingers dance along the length of his arm now, occasionally brushing against the soft skin just above his elbow before slipping around to trace circles on his palm. She savors the intimate contact, knowing that she has him right where she wants him... and that for now, it's enough.

Her gaze drifts toward the television set in the corner of the room, considering her options. There are other things they could do, of course... but for now, being close to him is what matters most. "We could cuddle," she suggests at last, tilting her head back and meeting his eyes. "Just lie here together and talk or... whatever you'd like." Her hand curls around his, lacing their fingers together as if it were

A pleased smile plays across Tsukiko's lips as she nestles closer to him, their bodies pressing together in a warm, reassuring embrace. "Good," she whispers softly, feeling the tension begin to ease out of his shoulders and neck. She leans her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes as their fingers twine together. "What would you like to talk about?" she asks, her voice quiet and soothing.

Her other hand drifts upward, trailing idly over the side of his face before coming to rest in his hair. With a gentle tug, she pulls his head down until it's resting on her shoulder, exposing the vulnerable column of his throat to her touch. She breathes in deeply, savoring the scent of him and feeling an overwhelming surge of possessiveness course through her veins. For now, she'll keep him safe... keep