With his free hand, he brushes away my sadness with his thumb.
“I’m sorry I did this to you.”
A sob escapes because it’s the first time he’s apologized for kidnapping me. But it’s not his apology that I want. He’s just as much a prisoner as I am.
“But I’ll make it right. I promise.”
I can’t shake the feeling that this is goodbye. That whatever he has planned will end in us never seeing one another again.
I open my mouth, primed to argue that I don’t want to go without him, but sealing his lips over mine robs all my words. It takes my brain a second to catch up, but when it does, I surrender and lose myself to the bliss.
With my hands bound, I’m helpless to Saint’s lips and tongue, but who am I kidding? There isn’t anything I enjoy more. I may not intend to submit to Aleksei, but with
