Chapter 87
- Theo's POV
- She’s trembling under my hands, every muscle tight with restraint, the ropes biting into her skin just enough to remind her she’s mine for the night. Her body glistens with sweat, and I can see the marks blooming across her thighs, stripes of heat and pain I laid there like brushstrokes on a canvas. But it’s not enough. Not yet.
- Not for me and not for what I am.