The world swam back into focus, but it was a hazy, pleasure soaked reality. I was floating, boneless, on a sea of spent sensation. It’s over. They’re done.
The thought is a weak, grateful prayer. The heavy weight of both men is gone from the bed, and for a blessed moment, there is only the cool air on my fevered skin and the frantic hammering of my own heart.
The reprieve is a lie.
I hear the soft rustle of silk, and then Elias’s hands are on me again. He doesn’t ask. He simply rolls me onto my side and loops a long, smooth scarf around my wrist. My breath hitches. “Wha…?”
“Shhh,” Ennis murmurs from my other side, his voice a warm, deceptive comfort as he takes my other wrist. “Just making sure you don’t wander off, baby.” His grip is firm but not harsh as he ties my arm to the wrought
