Elara'S POV
When I came up for air, he pulled me away. His c**k left my lips with a pop.
He sat all the way up, his free hand caught my chin. “You’re wicked.”
I grinned and ran my tongue across my lips. “I wanted to taste you.”
He moaned. “And you will, I promise.” He took my waist and flipped us over so that I was beneath him. Reaching up, he slipped first one wrist and then the other into silky cuffs that were secured on either side of my headboard. Next, he placed a blindfold over my eyes.
My pulse skipped a beat. Anticipation consumed me. Bound and blinded, I relied on my other senses to figure out what he was up to.
He straddled my chest, his fingers threaded through my hair, and the soft tip of his c**k poked against my lips. I opened and took him in. The creak of the headboar
