ARIA
I step closer, letting the robe slip off my shoulders entirely.
“Then take it,” I whispered. “Take me. However, you need.”
“I’m wound too tight, Aria,” he warns, voice rough. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I stepped closer, pressing my naked body to his. “Take me. Use me. I want to feel you let go.”
Something dark and relieved flashes in his eyes.
He moves fast.
One moment I’m standing; the next I’m over his shoulder, the world tilting as he carries me inside to the master bedroom. The air is cooler here, ceiling fans turning lazily, sheer curtains billowing in the breeze.
He throws me onto the bed...gentle enough not to hurt, firm enough to make my breath catch.
“Stay,” he orders, voice rough.
He disappears into the walk-in closet, returns with silk ties and a sma
