“And I swore not to lay a hand on you.” His fingers tapped the pillow beneath my head. His voice dropped to a whisper. “What you fail to realize, human, is that I do not need my hands to make you come undone. I could use my mouth.” He pressed a kiss to my pulse. “My teeth.” He nipped my jaw. “My tongue.” Flames swirled over the spot where he’d bitten me. “My cock.” His hips rocked once. There was no mistaking what nudged against my thigh. “My magic.” The bonds around my wrists and hips squeezed. “I’d let you choose, Aveen. Choose how I unravel you.”
