Every Inch Of You Is Mine Tonight. That’s The Thought Burning In My Mind As My Eyes Trace Over You,

Every inch of you is mine tonight. That’s the thought burning in my mind as my eyes trace over you, taking in the way you’re already restless under my gaze. I don’t touch you yet, not really. My fingers only skim along the inside of your wrist, soft enough to make you shiver but nowhere near enough to satisfy you.

I lean in, my breath ghosting along your neck, my lips brushing just enough to make you tilt your head, inviting me closer. ‘You’re already trembling,’ I murmur, my voice low and deliberate, each word rolling over your skin like fire. My hand trails down your spine, slow and purposeful, lingering at the curve of your back before sliding lower, gripping you firmly to remind you who you belong to.

Your breathing hitches as my lips finally claim the hollow of your throat, then your collarbone, moving with the kind of patience that makes your entire body ache. I kiss, bite, and suck, leaving marks that bloom under my touch—a map of where I’ve been and where I’ll go next.

My hands wander, grazing every curve, every soft part of you that begs for attention. Your skin burns under my fingertips, each touch deliberate and claiming. ‘Do you feel that?’ I ask, my voice dark and teasing. ‘Every part of you, set on fire, and I’m the only one who can put it out.’

When my lips meet yours, it’s not gentle—it’s hungry, devouring, leaving you breathless as I pull you closer, letting you feel the heat of me against you. You squirm in my arms, but there’s no escape, only surrender. And as I guide you back, my hands claiming and my mouth devouring, you’ll know exactly what it means to burn for me.