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Yelena made a flicking gesture with her fingers, and Valentine was pulled backward through the open door of her bed chamber. She followed behind him, her power lighting up the candles in the room.
Valentine was pressed with his back to the bed's headboard. The silver chains were keeping his arms raised and anchored to the wall. His expression promised revenge, and it sent a dark thrill through her.
"You think these chains are going to bother me, baby girl?" he asked, soft and mocking.
Yelena smiled. "I'm sure you could figure out how to break free if you really wanted to."
"I don't want to. I had one brother shift into a dragon while having sex, so it's better to keep these on," Valentine replied.
The predator in Yelena liked to see him all bound and helpless so that she could do whatever she liked to him.
"Why is that? Afraid you're going to lose some of that precious control of yours?" she asked sweetly.
"I…" Valentine stopped talking as she pulled on the tie of her shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
With every step toward the bed, another piece came off. Valentine's arms strained against the chains, making her laugh. Power slid up her body, unravelling her braid. Her hair streamed around her on unseen currents as she crawled up the bed toward him.
If he could burn someone alive with a look alone, Yelena would have been nothing but ashes.
"Take advantage while you can, baby girl, because when I get free…" he growled.
"We will see how long you can think about magic," she replied, and her hand closed around his ankle. "And stay very still."
Valentine stilled as her magic slid over his skin. He wasn't scared. He was watchful. With a soft rip of fabric, her power shredded his pants.
"I'm so glad that you got your precision back so quickly, or that could have ended badly," he said with a soft laugh.
Yelena stroked her fingers up his legs, noticing the tattoos on his thighs but not letting them distract her from exploring. She grabbed the first tie of his shirt and pulled it loose.
"This might just be the best present I have ever unwrapped," she said, pulling one side open and then the other. She took a moment to slide her fingers over the ink and muscles, delighted by every dip and the soft heat of his skin. She was already wet just being so close and touching him finally. She wanted to kiss and bite him all over.
"So fucking beautiful," she growled, her nails digging into him, making him hiss. She bent her head and licked over his nipple and then the other. There was a tug of his magic at the chains.
"No, no, none of that, my sorcerer," she said, and her hand dropped to wrap around his dick. His skin was soft and so hot there that she squeezed just to feel the weight of him in her hand.
"Fuck," Valentine groaned, the attack on the chains disappearing.
Yelena licked up his neck, her hand stroking him. "You can always tell me to stop."
"Not a chance in hell." Valentine looked furious and aroused all at once. Yelena kissed him, her soft breasts rubbing against his hard chest. Valentine's teeth dug into her bottom lip, making her growl and then kiss him harder. "Fuck me, baby girl. Stop playing."
Yelena smiled. "Thank you for the suggestion, but I have other ideas."
"Don't make me bust out of these chains," he warned.
"You are welcome to try." Yelena moved back on the bed and licked the end of his perfect dick.
Valentine swore in a language she didn't know. She took it as a good sign and slid her tongue down one side. The scent of him was strongest there, making her dragon growl with happiness.
Yelena licked up the other side of him before taking him in her mouth. He was too big to suck all the way, but it didn't stop her from trying. He tasted so good, like magic and darkness and sex.
"Dark gods, your mouth looks way too sweet to feel like that," Valentine gasped, his hips lifting to chase her. "You going to touch that pretty cunt for me?"
Yelena wanted to be in charge, but she was aching and wet. His eyes were burning as they watched her slide her new silver hand over her breast, teasing her nipple, before drifting down her thigh. The metal felt cool and decadent on her overheated skin. It slipped through her wetness, making her moan around his cock.
"That's it, baby girl. Does my gift to you feel good?" Valentine asked breathlessly.
