Page 19 of Surrender to Me

“And what type is that?”

I shrugged. “Too controlled. Too damn serious.”

Legend chuckled, stepping closer, his hand still outstretched, waiting. “A nigga can be both.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, my stomach flipping violently because he wasn’t joking. He was dead serious. Slowly, hesitantly, I reached for his hand, placing mine in his palm. The second our fingers touched, something flickered between us, something I wasn’t ready to name.

Legend’s grip was warm, firm, and effortless, and he pulled me toward him, leading us into the living room where the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the dark, endless ocean. The music wrapped around us, the smooth beat and the soft harmonies. Legend’s hands slid to my waist, pulling me flush against him, his grip possessive but slow, guiding me in a rhythm I didn’t realize I was already falling into.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, my breath caught in my throat because this wasn’t just dancing. This shit was something else. Legend’s grip tightened, his fingers brushing just beneath the hem of my shirt, skimming my skin, sending a slow, sizzling shiver up my spine.

“You know the words?” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.

I swallowed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Of course.”

Legend smirked, his thumb brushing the small of my back, his hips moving lazily with mine, effortless, smooth. “Sing for me."

I exhaled a soft laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, okay.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t sing for...”

The second I started to pull away, Legend tightened his grip, spinning me slowly, effortlessly, then pulling me back against him, my chest flush against his. My breath stalled, my hands flat against his chest now, my body buzzing with something dangerous and deep. He smirked, watching my reaction, knowing exactly what he was doing. Then he dipped his head, his lips brushing my ear, his voice low and deep.

"Sing for me, Honey.”

My heart slammed because hearing my name like that, in that voice, in that moment did something to me. Something I couldn’t control. I sang, soft and quiet, my voice barely carrying over the music, but enough for him to hear. Enough for him to feel it. Legend’s grip tightened, his hands sliding lower, pressing firmly against my hips, making my stomach clench. The song bled through the room, the lyrics slipping between us like a loaded secret.

“I’m tryna find someone who I can give my good loving to…”

I felt every word and so did Legend. His fingers skated beneath my shirt, his touch light, teasing like he was testing my limits all over again. I exhaled shakily, my eyes flickering up to his. Then, without warning or hesitation, Legend reached up, brushing his thumb along my bottom lip. And then, before I could say a damn thing, he kissed me. Deep.Slow.

My fingers fisted his wife beater as my body melted into him. Legend kissed like he did everything else—with control, patience, and skill. His tongue slid against mine, slow and thorough, his grip tightening as his hands curled around my ass, pulling me against the hard press of his body.

I moaned into his mouth, helpless, completely undone, because this wasn’t just a kiss. This was me drowning in him. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his eyes locked onto mine like he was debating whether or not to devour me right then and there.

The music kept playing, but neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. One minute, I was still catching my breath with my body hot with anticipation. The next, I was in his arms, his grip strong and effortless, scooping me up again like my one hundred and seventy-five pounds was nothing to him at all.

I gasped, my arms looping around his neck, my body already reacting to his touch as he carried me through the house, kissing me the entire way. His lips were hungry, slow but insistent, his mouth claiming mine, swallowing every soft moan, every sharp inhale.

By the time we reached the bedroom, Legend kicked the door shut behind him, then lowered me onto the bed. I was breathless and desperate and he fucking knew it. He leaned over me, bracing himself on his forearms, his lips hovering just above mine.

“No silk ties tonight,” he murmured, his voice a smooth, dangerous promise.

A slow shiver rolled through me at the way he said it—like he was about to put me through it in other ways I hadn’t even considered yet. I exhaled, my fingers curling against his shoulders. “Then what do you want?” I whispered.

Legend chuckled, the sound low and knowing, before pulling back just enough to sit on the edge of the bed, watching me. “Take it off,” he murmured.

I swallowed hard. “What?”

He smirked. “Pajamas. Off. Slowly.”

My pussy throbbed. He wasn’t asking. His ass was commanding and I always said,Sir, yes, sir.My fingers shook slightly as I reached for the thin strap of the tank top, lifting it inch by inch, revealing the smooth curve of my stomach, and the soft weight of my breasts.

Legend’s jaw ticked, his eyes lowering, and his fingers flexing where they rested on his thighs. Just watching. I slid the tank top over my head, letting it fall to the side, bare from the waist up, my nipples already tight and aching. He let out a slow, controlled breath, his gaze devouring me. “Keep going,” he ordered.

I swallowed, heat licking at my skin, and reached for my shorts, lifting my hips as I dragged the silky material down my thighs, slow, deliberate, never breaking eye contact. By the time they hit the floor, I was naked. Legend ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his gaze dragging over me slow and possessive. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re beautiful.”

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