ROSE
I woke up gradually, slowly. My senses coming alive. Soft whimpers escaped my lips. I could hear moaning in the room, and realised a moment later that it was coming from me. My fingers curled into fists, it was too much. Unable to bear it any longer, my eyes opened with a jerk and I groaned loudly. My head came off the pillow and I tried to sit up, but stopped short as my refused to move. It took me a moment to realise that my hands were stretched above my head and were tied to the carved design of the headboard.
“You’re awake. Good.” His deep voice vibrated against my core, sending short spasm through me. My eyes searched him and found him lying between my legs, his chin resting on his palm, and elbows on the bed. He was a perfect picture of a boy caught doing some mischief with a
