Her gaze lingered on him as he ate, admiring the way his muscles moved beneath his skin, the way he exuded effortless dominance. She didn’t need food anymore—not when his body gave her everything she needed. “I made you this way,” he said, his voice low, mocking. Not like I do.” He cut into the lobster tail, juices dripping onto the plate as he took another bite. Still, the need to feel closer gnawed at her, the aching urge to be in his orbit, even in this fragile moment of silence. Her body was flawless, her submission perfect, but it was starting to feel like just another routine. Smith’s gaze drifted away from her, his mind wandering as he continued fucking her. As she reached for her phone, she noticed several missed calls and messages from Leo. Lizzy’s breath hitched, her entire body trembling as the heat inside her reached a boiling point.
