He submits.
Then, he rises and takes me higher, darker, rougher.
The thought made my nipples tighten hard against my robe. They were now aching points that begged for his mouth, his bite, his claim.
Alright. Not too bad. He’s in control but. . .he still hasn’t caught me.
Still. . .every shift of my robe whispered against marble, every knee on the slick floor made a faint wet sound that echoed too loud. Even the drag of my breath scratched at the silence.
Fuck.
I froze, convinced he was listening to every tiny movement, savoring how my body betrayed me.
When I got around four feet toward the shower, the air shifted.
He’s definitely near. What do I do?
Now with all this darkness and steam, the shadows were alive, thickening at the corners of the large room. Somewhere in them, the Dragon watched me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the slow hunger of it, stretching over my skin.
God. It was thrilling.
A crazy, erotic hide-and-seek game where I was both terrified and giddy, certain he’d find me and desperate for him to try.
Slowly, I rose from the ground. My knees trembled, but I pushed through it.
Okay. He hasn’t caught me yet so. . .that has to count for something. Maybe I am outsmarting him.
I pressed my back to the cool marble wall near me and scanned the space.
Left to right.
Up and down.
Then, left to right again.
Okay. Go in the shower.
Then, I froze.
Wait. What if this is exactly what he wants me to do? Did he turn the shower on so that I would go to it? Damn it, Nyomi. Did I just fall into his trap? Or am I paranoid?
The idea hit sharp and sudden, sinking deep. He’d set the terrain, built the stage. Of course he’d leave me only one obvious option—the steam-shrouded shower.
The trap.
The cage.
The place where he could have me cornered and defenseless, stripped down to nothing but trembling skin and a racing pulse.
Heat pooled low in my belly, twisting tight. My thighs pressed together as though they had a mind of their own.
Well. . .damn. . .
Of course I was turned on by the thought.
The candlelight thinned around me, curling like a signal toward the ceiling.
I looked to my right.
