Sinful Seduction
The canal was black glass, the city asleep.
In the suite he bathed her again, slower this time, massaging the aches from her muscles, kissing every bruise. When he finally slid into bed beside her, she turned into him instinctively, burrowing against his chest.
His arms locked around her like iron.
“It’s over,” she whispered, voice cracked raw.
“No,” he said against her hair. “It’s only beginning.”
Outside, dawn bled pale pink across the water. Inside, Sasha closed her eyes and felt the delicious ruin of her body, the leash still metaphorically around her throat, and smiled.
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