“I think I like this,” he says, strained. Hazy eyed. “You t-think?” The words muffle against his fingers. My internal muscles are overextended. “T-that’s flattering.” His laughter is a choked huff. “I meant—having you this way. Exposed. Pinned.” His hand slips to cup my head. He kisses my lips, gentle. “In a matter of days, you’re going to leave, and I’ll spend the rest of my life as your fucking servant. Whatever you ask me for, you’ll have. But here you are. Defenseless. Mine for a short time.”
