"Now... let's see how long you can maintain that control."
Marcus's words hung in the thick air of the basement, each syllable wrapping around Samantha like chains she couldn't break free from even if she wanted to. Her body was on fire, burning with a hunger that stretched beyond just her vampiric thirst. The ache deep inside her pulsed, her senses heightened to the point where every slight movement from Marcus, every shift of fabric, felt like an electric jolt straight to her core.
She knelt before him, her body shaking, but not from weakness—no, this trembling was pure, unfiltered need. But she couldn't give in. Not yet. Not until Marcus decided.