Victor freed her slowly, undoing each restraint with care, removing the blindfold last. Her eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light.
He was there. Sitting beside her. Naked now. His chest rising and falling slowly. His gaze serene.
"Was it too much?" he asked.
"It was everything," she answered, her voice faltering.
He gathered her in his arms and carried her to a nearby chaise. He covered them both with a light blanket and held her against his chest. Zoey closed her eyes, feeling safe, complete, whole—and utterly surrendered.
"What comes next?" she whispered.
Victor kissed her forehead, his lips brushing her hair.
"Whatever you want, Zoey. This game... it only ends when you say it does."
She didn't answer. She merely smiled.
Because, for the first time, she didn't want it t
