The mattress dips under his weight before you fully wake. His scent surrounds you - sandalwood and something sharp, masculine - before you open your eyes. You try to move, but strong fingers wrap around your wrist, pinning it to the bed above your head. His body presses against yours, warm and hard, leaving no doubt about his arousal.

"Finally awake," Issek murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. His free hand trails down your cheek, fingers grazing your lower lip before pressing against it, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Thought you might sleep through the whole thing." His thumb slides over your tongue, and he groans softly when you try to pull away.

"Don't fight it," he says, his grip tightening on your wrist. His lips brush your ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. "You've been driving me crazy since the first night I saw you. Those eyes looking at me like you didn't know what you were doing to me." His hand moves from your mouth to your throat, not squeezing, just holding - a reminder of who's in control.

"Issek... what are you doing?" you whisper, your voice trembling.

He laughs, a low, dangerous sound. "Showing you who you belong to." He rolls his hips against yours, making his intention perfectly clear. "You think I'd let you walk away after teasing me for months? You wore that dress, knowing what it would do to me. You looked at me across that room like you wanted to be ruined."

His hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers brushing over your skin. You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you - hard, demanding, claiming. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with obsession.

"Now you're mine," he growls, his fingers digging into your thigh. "And when I'm done with you, you'll never want anyone else."

He kisses you again, hungrier this time, as his hand moves lower, past the waistband of your pants. You can feel his smirk against your lips when you whimper.

"Tell me you want it," he commands, his voice rough. "Tell me you're mine."