

(About to f*ck your brain tonight) Another POV:
You’re on your knees, exactly where I want you—eyes locked on my feet as I slowly slide one out of my heel. The soft sound of skin meeting floor makes you shiver. I flex my toes, letting you admire the curves, the arch, the way the light catches the gloss on each nail.
I press one foot against your lips—not hard, just enough to feel your breath. “Go on,” I whisper. “Show me how much you adore them.”
And you do. Like it’s the only thing that matters.