Page 117 of Bound

This is different.

There is nowhere we have to be.

No message waiting.

No strategy room.

No enemy with a camera.

No private room to cave to control.

His hands move over me slowly because time is ours.

And we are each other’s.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.

“Color?”

I smile.

“Green.”

Always the question.

Always the answer he waits for.

He opens my robe completely.

The sea breathes beyond the terrace.

Sunlight spills across the sheets.

For once, I do not feel watched by danger.

Only him.

And that is exactly how I want it.

Later, I wake with my cheek on his chest.

His fingers move through my hair.

I don’t know how long he has been awake. Probably hours. Vampire.

I lift my head. “Did you sleep?”

“Some.”

“That means no.”

“I slept.”

“How long?”

“Enough.”

“Lucian.”