That was all the encouragement I needed. I impaled myself on his shaft then worked my way back down the length, my tongue circling the head before I pulled away with a pop. I clasped my hands at the small of my back and peered at him. “Take it back.”

“Take what back, baby?” His fingers brushed my cheeks, slid into my hair, and pushed the soggy strands from my face.

“What they took. Take back control. It’s yours, not theirs or Zach’s. Only yours.”

He tugged me toward him. “This is what you want?”

I wanted him to remember. I wanted him to unleash the beast inside him, the one that didn’t give a shit about what I wanted. But I was also scared of him remembering. What if this soft side of him, the side I was falling even more in love with, completely disappeared? Was it too much to want the whole man?

“I want you. No, I need you. I don’t care what’s happened. That might sound heartless, but God…please, Rafe. Take it all away.”

He let out a rough breath. “Then open your mouth.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t tell me what to do. Make me do it. You once told me that you had some fucked up fantasies. I want them. I want you to take what you need from me. I want you to strip me of everything so I can think of you and not that fucking dark place.”

He tugged me by the hair, bringing my mouth to his cock, and nudged my lips. I pressed them together, wanting him to force his way in. He slid his tip along the seam of my lips before slapping my cheek in silent command, then he pushed against my tongue and made me hold still for several seconds. Warmth flooded the aching spot between my thighs, and my nipples hardened into tingling buds.

“Is this making you hot?” he asked in a breathless whisper.

My moan vibrated around his shaft, and he rammed all the way to my tonsils until I gagged uncontrollably. Pressing a hand on my throat, he massaged where his cock nestled.

The way his breathing filled the shower excited me, made me even wetter, and his raspy groans drove me up the wall in wanting him. He was so close to coming, just from having my mouth wrapped around him.

This was the part I craved, the reason I freely gave him the reins. In taking power, he was giving it back—in the way he dove over the edge at the touch of my mouth, the sensual slide of my tongue. In the way he took what he wanted, yet cherished the gift all the same.