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She laughs, the sound lighting up the room. “Finally. I thought you’d never ask.”

CHAPTER 15

WILLOW

The limo door closes with a quietthud, sealing us off from the world. Before I can even adjust my dress, Raekon’s hands are on me, pulling me into his lap. His lips crash into mine, fierce and demanding, his tongue claiming me with a hunger that makes my head spin. I gasp, my fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as he devours me, his scales warm and smooth under my touch.

“Mine,” he growls against my mouth. His voice vibrates through me. “Every inch of you, Willow. Mine.”

I melt into him, my body responding instantly. His hands slide down my back, fingers slipping under the straps of my dress. He pulls away just enough to look at me, his red eyes blazing with possessive desire. The dress slides down my shoulders, inch by agonizing inch, until it pools around my waist. His gaze roams over my exposed skin, and I shiver under the intensity of it.

“Impeccable self-control,” I manage to say with a breathless laugh, my lips tingling from the force of his kiss. “I thought you’d have ripped this dress to shreds the second we were alone.”

He hums, his hands sliding up my sides, fingers tracing the curve of my ribs. “My self-control as a Vakutan warrior islegendary,” he says with smug satisfaction. “I’ve denied myself pleasure for the last week we’ve been apart.”

My eyes widen. “You haven’t…?” I trail off, my cheeks heating as I realize what he’s implying.

“Of course not,” he says, his tone firm. “And you, my dear, should have done the same.”

I bite my lip, my fingers playing with the hem of his suit jacket. “Well… I may have, um, been bad last night.”

Raekon freezes, his eyes narrowing. “You disobeyed me?”

I squirm under his gaze, feeling both guilty and absurdly turned on. “It was just once! And it was your fault for being so far away.”

He lets out a low growl, his hands tightening on my hips. “We’ve only been married a few minutes, and already it seems I must discipline my new bride.”

I bite back a grin, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh no, please. Not that. Anything but being tied up and spanked. I wouldhateit.”

His lips twitch in a barely suppressed smile, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs. “You’re a little menace, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.

He catches my chin, holding me just out of reach. “I’ve had plans for you, my dear,” he says, his voice dark and promising. He reaches for the storage console beside him, his fingers flipping the latch with a quiet click. The door slides open, revealing a neat array of items that make me blush redder than a sunset.

I lean back, my eyes wide. “Raekon… what’s all this?”

Raekon holds up the ball gag, his red eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak. “Open,” he commands, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for hesitation. My clit throbs in response, a sharp, electric pulse that sends heat flooding through me. I part my lips, obedientand eager, as he works the gag into place. The ball settles deep, pressing against my tongue, and the leather straps tighten around my head with a soft, final click. I feel it immediately—the weight of it, the restriction, the way it silences me and makes my breath quicken.

He steps back, his gaze raking over me like I’m a prize he’s about to claim. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough with approval. My heart skips a beat, and I shift on my knees, already aching for his touch.

Next comes the harness. He slides it over my shoulders, the leather cool and smooth against my skin. He works methodically, adjusting each strap, tightening each buckle until the harness hugs my body like a second skin. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly irresistible. My breasts are fully on display, the leather framing them perfectly, and the harness leaves my pussy bare, heightening every sensation. I arch my back slightly, trying to catch his gaze, to seduce him with my body since I can’t speak.

Raekon’s hands pause on my hips, and he lets out a low growl. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with desire. His hands grip my shoulders, and he spins me around, forcing me to face away from him. I drop to my knees on the floor of the limo, the leather of the seat cool beneath them. He takes the single glove, sliding it over my arms, and I’m helpless, bound, completely at his mercy.

He grabs me, pulling me back against his chest, and I feel the heat of his body, the strength in his arms as he holds me tightly. His lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses along my skin, and I moan softly into the gag, the sound muffled but unmistakable. His hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching and teasing my nipples until they’re hard and sensitive. I squirm, trying to press against him, but he holds me firmly in place.

Then his hand slides between my thighs, and I gasp, my body arching instinctively. His fingers brush against my clit, just enough to make me whimper, and then he pulls away, leaving me desperate for more. He repeats the motion, teasing me, edging me closer and closer to the brink. I’m trembling, my body taut with need, but he doesn’t give me what I want—not yet.

“You’re mine,” he growls against my ear, his voice a deep rumble that makes my stomach twist with desire. “And I’m going to take my time with you.”

The moment Raekon pulls the nipple clamps from the case, I’m instantly enthralled. They’re sleek, black, and menacing, with a small button on the side that I know will make them hum with life. He holds them up, his red eyes glinting with mischief as he explains their function, his voice low and deliberate.

“These,” he says, his thumb brushing over the button, “vibrate. And they’ll warm up to a temperature that’s…just right.” His lips curl into a wicked smile, and I squirm in anticipation, my nipples already hard and aching for his touch.

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to feel every second of this, little flower.”

I nod eagerly, my body trembling as he brings the first clamp to my left nipple. The cold metal makes me gasp, and then he tightens it, the pressure sharp and delicious. I whimper into the gag, my back arching as he repeats the process on the other side. The sensation is overwhelming—pain and pleasure tangled together in a way that makes my head spin.

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