Blake POV
We entered the playroom. The mirrors were still deployed from our last session, reflecting the empty space, the chair, the furs. I led her to the center of the room, directly under the soft, enchanted light. My hands went to the hem of the shirt she had on.
I pulled it up and off her in one smooth motion. The cool air made her n*****s pebble instantly. My gaze drank in the sight—the gold-flecked skin, the gentle curves, the mark on her neck. Mine.
Next, her leggings. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pushed them down her legs, kneeling to help her step out of them. She was bare before me, exposed to the mirrors, to my hungry stare. A faint tremble went through her, part anticipation, part awe at my silent intensity.
I rose and moved to a carved chest against the far
