Imagine Jacob blindfolding you and brushing his nose against your skin, breathing in your scent and exhaling slowly. When would you lose all control? When you feel his breath against the curve of your neck, his stubble grazing on that sensitive patch of skin ever-so-slightly? Or would you lose it when you feel his breath against your inner thighs, and you’re so wet at the thought of him seeing and smelling how ready you are for him? Or would it be when you feel and hear that breath at the back of your ear, almost purring, sending shivers down your spine with every exhale he does?

Or maybe, after Jacob has done all of these, you’d lose control when he utters in a very low, husky voice: “I’m yours.”