[Leif's POV — Spa Room—Thorenvald Estate—Continuation]
The spa room still smelled of warm oil and faintly of Alvar's cologne—dangerous, intoxicating, and somehow comforting all at once. My back still tingled from the "massage" that had doubled as an intimate warning from my fiancé: never let anyone else touch me.
He leaned closer, his hands brushing against my thighs, lifting them with deliberate ease. My heart thudded violently in my chest. I placed a trembling hand on his chest, trying to inject reason into the haze of desire clouding my mind.
"Alvar… we can't… not here," I murmured, voice shaky. "Someone could—walk in."
He blinked, lips curling into that maddening smirk, and pressed a feather-light kiss to mine. "Relax, my love. I locked the door and I promise, I won't… put it in. Just… a little play."
