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I climb onto the bed and brace myself above her, close enough that she can feel my breath against her cheek. “Careful, darling. I don't recall giving you permission to call me names.” I press a kiss to her jaw, then another beneath her ear. “Such a smart mouth.”

My lips travel down her throat toward her chest as I add, “And absolutely no intention of behaving, I see.”

For ten minutes, I hold her there—balanced perfectly between frustration and release. My mouth finds her breasts, teeth grazing each nipple until they’re stiff and aching. Three times she races toward climax; three times I pull her back until her thighs tremble against the leather straps and all her clever remarks dissolve into pleading.

“You know,” I murmur against her sternum, my hand sliding up her inner thigh until my fingers find her soaked and desperate, the Butterfly warm and humming under my touch, “I didn’t think you’d need restraints tonight. Apparently I underestimated your appetite for discipline.” My thumb traces the edge of the device. “Good thing I did. Now your hands can’t interfere when I do this.”

I pinch the wings firmly between thumb and forefinger and Her whole body jolts as I unclip it.

“Fuck! Nate—” She shrieks as blood floods back into her clit, her hips straining helplessly against the cuffs.

I chuckle at the futile attempt as I stroke my tongue through her sex, tasting the proof of her frustration.

This bed was commissioned for exactly this kind of beautiful struggle. And I know its limits intimately—tested them thoroughly with a certain brat from Miami who never knows when to quit.

Her cry fractures when the tip of my tongue flicks against the cool metal of her piercing. “Sir—please.”

I slide two fingers into her, curling them against that spot that makes her back bow off the mattress. My mouth working in tandem until she comes with a raw, guttural sound, her body seizing around my fingers as tears streak toward her hairline.

I kiss my way down her trembling leg, from the soft skin of her inner thigh to the delicate bone of her ankle.

A thin gold chain would look exquisite there.

“Nate,” she whispers, snapping me out of a different fantasy. “A break… please?”

I remove the blindfold, taking in her dilated pupils, and dark bronze skin flushed beneath the low light.

Tucking a pillow under her head so she can sit up slightly, I give her a few sips of water, watching her throat work as she swallows. Her hands are still bound above her head, and I notice her wrists turning slightly, testing the leather.

“Color?” I ask, my voice softer now as I set the water glass aside.

“Green,” she breathes. “Very, very green.”

I run my fingers along the inside of her wrists, checking for any redness or discomfort. The skin is warm but unmarked, the leather having done its job without cruelty.

“Any numbness? Tingling?”

She shakes her head, then seems to reconsider. “Just... everywhere else. In a good way.”

I cradle her jaw and claim her mouth. She tastes like sweat and tears and surrender—a combination so potent it makes me forget every night I spent not tasting her. I’ve wanted this since the day she walked into SOLAÉ wearing that defiant little smirk.

When I pull back, confusion flickers in her gaze as I retrieve the blindfold once more.

“Close your eyes, Sola.”

She hesitates for a fraction of a second, then obeys. I settle the silk over her eyes as my cock slides over her cunt, and her breathing changes immediately.

Smirking, I give her a few seconds to relax before I grip her hips and plunge into her in one ruthless thrust.

A stuttered moan rips from her throat as she takes me, so impossibly tight and wet it steals my breath. My grip tightens on her hips as I thrust again, deeper this time.

Now I understand why Jace takes every opportunity to be with her.

Her body is a hot, silken choke-hold that draws me deeper with every stroke. Rational thought dissolves into pure sensation: the slide of skin against skin, the sharp catch of her breath when I angle just right, the way her inner muscles flutter around me like a pulse.

“Look at you,” my voice rasps against her neck. “Clinging to me like you never want me to leave.”

I tilt her hips up, and the base of my cock grinds against her swollen clit. She tries to twist away from the pressure, but I hold her firm and press deeper.