If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

I could have stayed wrapped up in her forever.

But I had other plans.

I shifted slightly, pressing closer, my fingers trailing over the curve of her ribs, dragging over her bare skin with intent, with promise.

A question.

A claim.

Because if I was hers—then she was mine.

Blake stilled, her breathing slowing just a fraction as she registered my touch. But her grip on me remained firm, fingers curled possessively around my waist, as if silently reminding me exactly who was in charge.

I swallowed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Can I touch you?" I asked, hesitant but hopeful. "I want you to feel good too."

She hummed, tilting her head slightly, her fingers drumming idly against my skin, as if weighing the request. Something flickered in her gaze—contemplation, calculation, the quiet deliberation of someone who never relinquished control lightly. A power shift loomed between us, fragile, waiting for me to either tip it or surrender entirely.

I thought fast. She didn't just like control—she needed it.

So, I gave it to her.

Without breaking eye contact, I slipped off the bed, slow and deliberate, the cool air kissing my flushed skin as I lowered myself onto my knees at her feet. Thighs pressed together, palms resting obediently on them, I settled beneath her, offering myself as hers to command.

A quiet moment passed.

"I want to worship you," I said softly, voice steady, letting the words sink between us. "As long as that's what you want."

Blake inhaled sharply.

And then—something in her snapped.

Her pupils darkened, her entire body coiling like a predator about to strike. Fingers clenched into the sheets, jaw tightening, as if she were barely restraining herself from devouring me whole.

"Fuck," she exhaled, her voice wrecked, guttural.

She didn't just look at me—she devoured me with her gaze, dragging it over my kneeling form like she was committing every inch to memory. Like she was deciding exactly how she was going to let me have her.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she reached forward, her fingers grazing along my jaw before gripping it firmly, tilting my chin up until I had no choice but to meet her eyes.

"You really want this, sweetheart?" she murmured, voice thick with something dangerous and dark and impossibly intoxicating.

I nodded instantly. "Yes."

Her lips parted slightly, and that slow, wicked smirk I knew too well curled across her face. She inhaled deeply, holding me there, savoring my submission.

The weight of her dominance settled over me like a velvet chain, something I never wanted to break free from.

Blake's thumb traced over my bottom lip, pressing lightly until I instinctively parted them further.

"Oh, you really are a perfect creature, aren't you?" she mused, more to herself than to me, like she had just discovered me all over again.