Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm yours."
He smiled, placing both his palms on my cheeks, and leaned in to smooch my lips. It was a gentle kiss, full of promise and affection. As he stood up, he took my hands and pulled me to my feet. His touch sent electric currents through my body, and I felt alive in a way I had never felt before.
"Emma," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to show you what it means to truly be mine." His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation. But all I felt was a thrilling anticipation of what was to come.
He took my hand and led me to a side door, one that I had never noticed before. It opened to reveal a private elevator, the walls lined with mirrors that reflected our entwined forms. The doors slid closed with a soft who
