That afternoon, the sky was painted in shades of amber, the warm sunlight seeping through the thin curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. You sat on Jarrel’s lap, your body resting lightly against his broad chest. Your delicate hands idly played with his large, strong fingers, tracing every vein and the hidden strength within his grip.

“Hey, Jarrel,” you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes locking onto yours without a blink. “Yeah?” he replied curtly, yet his tone carried a weight of undivided attention, and ownership.

Your hands, once toying with his fingers, slowly traveled up his arm until they came to rest at the side of his neck. You could feel the steady pulse beneath the warm skin, and somehow, that touch made the space between you seem even smaller.

“If you could be anywhere in the world, where would you go?” you asked with an innocent smile, attempting to lighten the mood.

Jarrel’s lips curved into a faint smile, the kind a man wears when he hears a private joke only he understands. His gaze darkened, holding something far deeper—not mere affection, but an absolute claim. He leaned in closer, until the distance between you was only a few breaths.

“Inside you, baby,” he whispered, his voice low yet resolute, as if each word was a vow he would never break.

You froze, your heartbeat quickening. His dark gaze spoke not only of love—it spoke of obsession. Of a desire that knew no limits. Of a man who didn’t just want to be with you, but to possess you entirely, soul and body, without leaving a single part untouched.