The tension had been building for weeks. Every glance, every accidental touch had brought you and Elizabeth closer to this moment. She stood across from you, eyes locked on yours, her expression serious but filled with a quiet intensity.

“I want you to take control,” she said softly, her voice steady, but there was a vulnerability in her words. She stepped closer, her hand brushing yours, a silent plea.

“I want to be yours,” she whispered, her eyes searching yours for understanding. “No barriers. No holding back.”

Her gaze was filled with trust and anticipation. This wasn’t about power—it was about connection, a deep need to surrender and be seen.

“Let me be what you need,” she murmured, her hand resting gently on your cheek. The weight of her words hung in the air, and in that moment, you both understood that this was something more—an unspoken bond between you, built on trust and desire.