I had to put my phone down halfway through just to breathe.
This one burns slow and deliberate — not just tension, but choreography. Every line moves like a heartbeat you can’t look away from.
The way he says “You were early” — it’s nothing, and yet somehow it’s everything. You can feel control slipping one breath at a time, every surrender quiet and deliberate. “Count them” made my pulse actually stutter.
What gets me most is how she unravels without ever breaking. You’ve turned restraint into desire, and professionalism into a kind of poetry. That scene — his hand at her throat — could’ve gone anywhere, but you wrote it with such care it lands like reverence instead of shock.
I had to stop and just sit in it for a while. It’s not only chemistry; it’s craft. You built a cathedral of tension and lit it with sin. I’m still standing in the glow of it.
Oh, this… this honestly took my breath. Thank you. What a stunning thing to read.
That you felt the pacing, the pulse, the deliberate burn, means everything because that’s exactly how I wrote it: heartbeat by heartbeat, surrender by surrender.
And your words about restraint!!! God, that’s the highest compliment. I never wanted shock for its own sake; I wanted reverence, the kind that feels like holding your breath for something sacred and wrong all at once. You calling it a cathedral of tension lit with sin… I might have to borrow that line forever. Thank you for feeling it, for sitting in it, for letting it leave its heat. You’ve described exactly what I hoped the scene would be. Not chaos, but devotion in disguise 🖤 🫠
He is coming onto her really strongly, and she looks a bit like Margot Robbie I thought (from the image.) The "you're wet" line was a total standout for me....
He really is relentless… I imagine her a little bit like her in my head too 🤩 but I’m a big fan of letting readers decide how the FMC looks in their own minds. I think it makes it easier to get lost in the story that way.
I had to put my phone down halfway through just to breathe.
This one burns slow and deliberate — not just tension, but choreography. Every line moves like a heartbeat you can’t look away from.
The way he says “You were early” — it’s nothing, and yet somehow it’s everything. You can feel control slipping one breath at a time, every surrender quiet and deliberate. “Count them” made my pulse actually stutter.
What gets me most is how she unravels without ever breaking. You’ve turned restraint into desire, and professionalism into a kind of poetry. That scene — his hand at her throat — could’ve gone anywhere, but you wrote it with such care it lands like reverence instead of shock.
I had to stop and just sit in it for a while. It’s not only chemistry; it’s craft. You built a cathedral of tension and lit it with sin. I’m still standing in the glow of it.
Oh, this… this honestly took my breath. Thank you. What a stunning thing to read.
That you felt the pacing, the pulse, the deliberate burn, means everything because that’s exactly how I wrote it: heartbeat by heartbeat, surrender by surrender.
And your words about restraint!!! God, that’s the highest compliment. I never wanted shock for its own sake; I wanted reverence, the kind that feels like holding your breath for something sacred and wrong all at once. You calling it a cathedral of tension lit with sin… I might have to borrow that line forever. Thank you for feeling it, for sitting in it, for letting it leave its heat. You’ve described exactly what I hoped the scene would be. Not chaos, but devotion in disguise 🖤 🫠
I thank you for sharing your romance with us~
He is coming onto her really strongly, and she looks a bit like Margot Robbie I thought (from the image.) The "you're wet" line was a total standout for me....
He really is relentless… I imagine her a little bit like her in my head too 🤩 but I’m a big fan of letting readers decide how the FMC looks in their own minds. I think it makes it easier to get lost in the story that way.