Richard's POV
I stepped into the room, looking at Elizabeth's peaceful, sleeping figure on the bed.
Her hands and feet were tied to the edges of the bed with a long rope.
I traced the high slit of the gown she had been changed into and my mouth watered, staring at her pale skin.
She looked every bit like an angel, yet so seductive.
"I never thought I would want you as much as I do," I whispered, and sat on the edge of the bed.
Watching her sleep was like a price. I let my eyes trace the lines of her face. Her rosy cheeks made my heart dance. I didn't think. I didn't need to and gently lowered my face kissing the side of her forehead.
"What do I have to do to make you mine?"
I let my fingers trace a smooth line along her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin.
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