““What do you want, Annika?" He dipped his head so his lips brushed her ear. "Make me come." "God, Creed. Make me come." "Don't say it like it's an order. Ask for it." "No." "That's my Ani," he murmured. "Too proud to beg." "You get what you want when I get what I want." "Please. Please make me come." "Too late for begging," he said against her ear. "I want more now." "What do you want?" "I want the truth," he said. "I want to hear you say you want me." "Creed." "Say it." "Can't." "Say it." "I want you," she blurted, unable to stop herself or the giant sob that followed. ~Annika/Creed””
