Raya sauntered into the master bedroom entirely bare, her skin glowing softly under the dim, ambient lighting of the suite. Every movement of her hips was deliberate, a slow, confident glide that held nothing back.
On the massive king-sized bed, Killian was leaning back against the plush headboard, one leg casually propped up. His dress shirt hung completely open, exposing the hard, shadowed planes of his chest. He was holding a crystal flute, taking a slow, measured sip of champagne while his dark eyes tracked her from the exact moment she crossed the threshold.
Spread out on the dark silk sheets beside him were the contents of the bag—the smooth leather blindfold, the coiled bundles of rope, the candle, and the sleek silicone toys. He had been preparing, calculating exactly how he was
