Harper's POV
I kneel between his legs, my hands still bound, my body pulsing with need.
Nathan reaches for me, cupping my face as he leans down. His kiss is slow, achingly deep, and I melt into it, letting his tongue stroke mine, letting his hands cradle me like I’m something precious. It’s a stark contrast to the brutal edge of what Theo gave me, and I love it, crave it just as much.
When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine, and for a moment, it feels like the world stills around us.
“I want to feel that mouth around me,” Nathan murmurs, his voice like smoke curling around my skin. “But I want to know you’re ready. Completely ready.”
“I am,” I whisper, the words coming out softer than I mean them to. “I want you. I want all of you.”
His eyes hold mine for a moment long
