Whispers Of Submission

eraphine had ever touched. It burned down her throat, leaving warmth in its wa

eel reflecting the flickering candlelight. His satisfactio

it from her hands without a word,

d gi

wake. She hated the way her body responded to him - hate

heat of him pressed against her skin without ever touching her

brushed the ribbon at her throat, a feather-light cares

screaming at her to push him away - to fight. But the wine was already workin

she whispered, her voice

I enjoy breaking beautiful things... an

is breath ghost

moment they stop fighting and rea

ate. She should have recoiled - should have spat in his face. But the weight of his p

urve of her collarbone. When he reached the knot at her

uttered bene

. every little tremor beneath your skin. But your body -" his thumb brushed the hollo

rs. She hated him for this - for making

be yours," s

smirk d

t y

just a breath, just enough to

ne

rp and low. It left no room for defianc

coming fast. She wanted to refuse - wanted to s

. the ribbon... they whisp

it the cold

e was slow an

r, tilting her head back. His touch was al

ed. "Obedience is not w

ed in her chest, each be

in had been l

fastened i

s over, broken only by the crackling fire and

had not touched her beyond the ribbon - had not forced her past the thre

e broke

reak you apart and piece you back together, and yo

e's brea

won't.

e her, his eyes b

submission freely g

drawing out a small parch

belong to me for one year - body, mind, and soul. In return, your family will

y reason she was here - the only thing that sti

glinting in the low light. She could almost feel the heat of

g, elegant script - binding in w

ye

r of su

wer disguised

all dagger, the blad

.. or walk away. T

round her - the velvet shadows pressing against her skin, t

creamed for

in a place she could not nam

reached fo

allow, crimson welli

e was a preda

d gi

hain snapped

ne signed h

lood sealing her fate. Kaelen took the contract, folding

silk over steel. "But submission is a thousand

rtip down the line of he

turn, little dove. And I wil

her body betraying her with

, his mouth brushi

ou'll beg me to fini

th his touch - a caged b

er fists, willing he

could feel the wa

d gi

ain had fall

t was only j