My heart thundered in my chest as the smell of his mating pheromones drew out my own desires. They were stronger than usual, thick and heavy in the air, perfuming off every inch of his body.
My heart thundered in my chest.
His pheromones wereeverywhere.
They were stronger than usual, thick and heavy in the air, perfuming off every inch of his body.
He didn’t even realize how difficult it was to be around him when this happened. Like every part of myself became undone—exposed for his pleasure, for his touch.
“Still not speaking,Flower?”
His voice caressed my ears, sending a shiver down my spine, pulling me out of my thoughts as I swallowed passed the dryness in my throat.
My heart raced as I breathed in his sweet scent.
What would he do if he found out?
How would he react if he knew it was me?
And why did I want to hear him call my name?
With one leg on either side, I straddled him. Leaning in, I breathed in his scent—his pheromones seeping into every cell of my body, wrapping themselves around pieces of me I didn’t know were vulnerable untilhehad touched them.
My lips brushed his.
The barest ghost of a kiss.
A taste.
A tease.
“Flower, you are going to kill me.” He dropped his head forward until his forehead pressed against my chest, panting like he was on fire. “Please, Flower. I need you,” he moaned.
My fingers raked up the back of his neck into his hair. I pulled his hair back as my lips crashed into his and, as if he were stealing the breath from my lungs, he kissed me back with a desperation that threatened to leave me addicted to him.
I waited until his tongue danced with mine, I waited until I could practically taste his hunger, and then I pulled away again.
More.
Show me that I am the only one who can make you like this.
“Flower,” he warned, his voice cracking at the edges like the last thread of control was about to snap. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
But I did.
Oh, Idid.
I knew exactly what I was doing.
My lips were still tingling from the kiss, and my fingers ached to touch more—toclaimmore. To be claimed. But instead, I leaned back just enough to watch him. He was trembling, sweat glistening down his throat, muscles taut and vibrating with restrained need.
Dragging my nails lightly across his chest, another growl rumbled from his throat, lower this time. Darker.
He shifted beneath me, hips bucking involuntarily, his hard cock grinding against my wetness as the cuffs rattled violently.
“If you keep teasing me like this…” His head tipped back against the chair, “…Iwillbreak the chains.”
Oh, I’m counting on it.
