And Lucas was watching her, something new flickering in his gray eyes not just satisfaction. Something closer to wonder.
The wonder in Lucas's gray eyes didn't fade. It deepened, shifting into something that softened the hard line of his mouth. He was still kneeling between her legs, his c*m warm against her inner thighs, and he reached out not for her throat or her hips or the rope but for her hand. The one fisted in the sheets beside her hip.
He pried her fingers open, one by one, and pressed his palm against hers. Skin to skin. His thumb traced the rope burn at her wrist, the red line where the fibers had bitten deepest. She didn't pull away. Her fingers curled around his, a mirror of the way she'd held his wrist in the bathroom. Not asking for anything. Just holding.
Ryan watched fr
