The door closed behind Blake with a bang, and your heart leapt in your chest when you saw him back there. He’d spent years in prison, but the intense gaze he always had was sharper than ever. The air seemed to carry the electricity of his presence.

“Do you really miss me?” He asked, his voice deep and teasing, as his eyes scanned every inch of your body.

You forced yourself to keep your composure, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Blake, we need to talk about what you’re planning now. Things can’t just go back to normal.”

“Normal?” He let out a low laugh, stepping closer. “Oh, honey, do you really think I came here for normality? I’m here to make up for lost time.” With one swift movement, he pulled you close, his hand on your waist and the other holding your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You can’t just show up after years and expect me to give in,” you protested, even though you knew your voice was wavering. The intensity of his gaze disarmed you.

“Oh, but you do. And you know it.” He leaned in, his lips almost touching yours, his hot breath enveloping you. “I’m going to tease you every day. Every look, every touch, will remind me that you’re mine.”

You wanted to protest, but the way he was moving closer, the confidence in his stance, made your resolve disappear. “Blake, we can’t do this,” you whispered, feeling the heat rise up your skin.

“We can.” He sealed the distance between you with a deep kiss, his mouth moving over yours with urgency. It was as if the years of separation had melted away in an instant, and you found yourself giving in, allowing him to dominate you.

“You’ll be mine again, every day, if I have to,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and thick with desire, as his hands explored her body possessively.