CLAIMED IN SILENCE

ns didn'

rkness of the room breathed against the soft light of the chandelier, casting golden sh

e

a newly lit candle in the wind. Her wrists were bound with crimson satin above her head, fastened to the c

slightly, as if

e neve

coul

chest marred by a single bullet scar. His face was all sharp jawlines, cold grey eyes, and controlled wrath

louder tha

ide of her jaw. She didn't flinch, didn't move. But her pulse betrayed her, fluttering wil

nce, fear, and something darker. Something she wasn't ready t

closer, letting his voice ghost against her skin.

the rise of her collarbone. She didn't resist-not physically. But she held

lips brushing against

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eath c

pping his fingers along the edge o

cry. Her silence was her prote

And you..." His hand cupped her slowly, deliberately, forcing her legs apart as he kiss

at when he felt the heat of

s flushed

finger inside her, curling it slowly, deep. "You're

ll, no words came. No gasps. No moans. Just trembli

his teeth graze over her nipple until it hardened in response. He suc

your voice," he whispered against her c

at him, her brea

didn't

coul

f her didn

all. He was already hard, thick, throbbing with need as he stroked himsel

," he comma

e

me," he murmured. "And now...

roat as her body welcomed him, tight and slick and sinful. Her head

ed moans from his lips even if she made none. He kissed her, sucked her

she

r. Every curl of his fingers around her hips ca

nted, slamming deeper, harder. "But one day.

at the corners of her eyes. Not from pain. From release. From s

- her body bucking, clenching, fightin

la," he growled,

she

y. Shat

against the silk restraints as a broken whimper escaped her

beautiful thing

ng her wrists, stroking her hai

sn't gentl

lence made him want to

or a m

for