My turn," she whispered, pressing Malik’s wrists into the sheets, her body draped over his, heat against heat. His breath hitched, muscles flexing beneath her, but he let her take control—surrendering as she kissed her way down his chest, slow and deliberate. "Do you trust me?" she whispered, lips just brushing the sensitive skin below his navel. His voice was rough, strained. "Yes." And when she finally took him in her mouth, teasing, tasting, holding him there as his body arched beneath her—she felt the power of his trust, and she gave him everything in return.