Brunette straddled him, her bare torso glistening faintly in the soft glow. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her intense gaze as she looked down at him. In her hands, she held him firmly, her grip confident and deliberate. She controlled the rhythm, slowing when his breaths grew ragged, teasing him with a smirk as she kept him on the edge. His hands gripped the sheets, surrendering to her, as she reveled in the power of holding his pleasure in her hands—literally—guiding him exactly where she wanted him to be.