~SCARLETT.
I’d never felt so alive as I had these past three days.
Liam had been teaching me about BDSM, and it was nothing like I’d imagined—it was better. It was everything.
After that first lesson—after he cradled me and whispered soft words against my skin while I floated back down from the high—it didn’t take long before we moved into the next. Something about testing my limits, seeing how far my body could go.
And God, he taught me well.
He handcuffed me face-down to the bed, wrists and ankles spread wide, utterly vulnerable. His hands and mouth were merciless, dragging orgasm after orgasm from me until I couldn’t tell where one ended and another began.
I couldn’t even count how many times I came.
I just knew that even wrecked, trembling, and teary-eyed, my body still wanted him. Still ached for him.
When my body finally gave out, Liam scooped me up, carried me into the adjoining bathroom, and cleaned me with the same hands
