POV: Alaric
I secured her wrists to the headboard, the cold metal chains locking into place with a soft click.
She gasped.
I had specifically made this ready even before we arrived. I was specific about a whole lot of other things she'd get to see as we explored the whole house, fucking until we barely remembered anything else other than the taste of sin.
I leaned down, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Don't be scared, baby." My voice was low, laced with dark intent. "You were made for this. Made for me. You'll enjoy every moment of it."
Her chest rose and fell in uneven waves, and I could feel the rapid thrum of her pulse against my lips as I kissed my way down her throat.
"You trust me, don't you?" I murmured, my hands already trailing lower, resting on her flat stomach.
I teased her navel with my fingertip, drawing a moan from her before I ventured further down.
I moved lower, my fingers tracing the delicate line of lace that separated her thighs.
