**Surrendering to Desire**

As Avery lay beside Destiny, his body still reeling from the intense passion they had just shared, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if he had lost all control, all sense of dominance and power. He gazed up at Destiny, his eyes locking with hers, and saw a spark of recognition there. She knew. Destiny's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, as if searching for something. And then, she smiled, a soft, gentle smile. "You're scared," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Avery's eyes widened in surprise. How did she know? He had always been the strong one, the one in control. But with Destiny, everything was different. He felt vulnerable, exposed. Destiny's hand reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest. "It's okay," she whispered. "I'm here." Avery felt a surge of emotions, a mix of fear and desire. He gazed up at Destiny, his eyes pleading for her to take control. And to his surprise, she did. Destiny's eyes sparkled with mischief, as she leaned in, her lips meeting his in a gentle kiss. Avery felt himself melt into her touch, his body surrendering to her desire. He was no longer in control, no longer the dominant one. He was submissive, surrendering to her every whim. As they lay there, Destiny's hands roamed over his body, caressing his skin, and igniting a fire that threatened to consume him. Avery groaned, his desire spiking, as he realized he was completely at her mercy. Destiny's smile grew wider, as she gazed down at him. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Avery's eyes locked with hers, his gaze burning with desire. He nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. Destiny's eyes sparkled with pleasure, as she leaned in, her lips meeting his in a fierce, passionate kiss. Avery felt himself surrender to her, his body melting into her touch. He was no longer in control, no longer the strong one. He was hers, completely and utterly hers. As they made love, Avery realized that he had never felt this way before. He had always been the dominant one, the one in control. But with Destiny, everything was different. He was submissive, surrendering to her every whim. And it felt amazing. Destiny's hands roamed over his body, caressing his skin, and igniting a fire that threatened to consume him. Avery groaned, his desire spiking, as he realized he was completely at her mercy. And he loved it. As they reached the climax, Avery felt himself surrender to her, his body trembling with pleasure. He was hers, completely and utterly hers. And he knew he would never be the same again.