Raven’s gaze lingered on the rope in Damien’s hand, her breath quickening not from fear, but anticipation. His question hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken promises.
“You really want to tie me up?” she asked softly, her voice low, tinged with curiosity and something more.
Damien nodded slowly, stepping closer, his eyes locked on hers. “Only if you trust me.”
She held his gaze, her heart pounding beneath her ribs. “I do,” she whispered. “I trust you more than anyone. With everything.”
The way his expression shifted, hunger melting into something tender, made her chest ache. He kissed her slowly then, his lips lingering against hers, as if sealing a vow neither of them needed to speak aloud.
“Lie back for me,” he murmured, guiding her gently toward the bed.
She obeyed, le
