~Ava
The red lights painted his tattoos blood bright as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight like the whole world had to make room for him.
I was spread open, wrists chained high, ankles locked wide, chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths. Completely helpless. Completely his.
He didn’t speak.
He just looked.
His eyes dragged over every inch of me, the tremor in my thighs, the way my n*****s were already tight and aching, the slick shine between my legs that proved how much I wanted this.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, approval and hunger rolled into one.
He knelt between my spread legs, massive hands settling on my inner thighs, thumbs pressing hard enough to leave new marks.
He pushed wider, testing the chains, making sure I couldn’t cl
