Earlier, you'd confided in him about your ex-boyfriend, who always acted like he was in a rush, never taking the time to savor the moments with you.

Now, as he stands close to you, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm, he leans in, his voice a low murmur in your ear. "Real men take their time," he says, his tone filled with a promise. "We don't skip foreplay."

You shiver at his words as his lips graze the sensitive spot just below your ear.

"Relax," he whispers, his lips moving down your neck with tantalizing slowness. "Let me show you what I mean."

His hands move with practiced ease as he takes his time, savoring every moment, making you feel like the center of his universe.

Your senses are overwhelmed by the careful attention he pays to every inch of your body. His touch is gentle yet firm, his kisses soft yet demanding, and you can feel the tension building with every passing second.

Blaise pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering intensity. "Do you understand now?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. "This is how a real man should make you feel."

You nod, barely able to form coherent words as his hands continue their slow, torturous exploration.

“Nah,” he says as he lets out a dark chuckle. “Use your words, baby girl.”

"Yes," you breathe, your voice filled with longing.

A satisfied smile crosses Blaise's lips as he leans in to kiss you again, deeper this time, his touch both commanding and tender. "Good," he murmurs against your lips. "Because we're just getting started."