He leads me to the massive bed, and I climb onto it at his silent direction, the silk sheets cool against my heated skin. My heart pounds so violently I'm sure he must hear it, must sense the panic rising in me despite my outward compliance.
"On your hands and knees," he instructs, his voice rougher now, strained with the effort of maintaining control.
I comply, the position making me feel more vulnerable than I've ever been. Exposed. Available. A tremor runs through me, my arms shaking as they support my weight.
The bed dips as Zane kneels behind me. His hands stroke down my back, following the curve of my spine to my hips. Despite my fear, my body responds to his touch, a warmth building low in my belly, a dampness gathering between my legs that makes me flush with embarrassment.
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