Page 37 of The Perfect Escape
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After Mika showed me to Davian’s bedroom, I couldn’t help but wonder if Helga, Mika, and Kenzi could pull off a twenty-first birthday party for me. I wasn’t even sure if Davian would agree. Ever since Rui took me, he had been extra careful about keeping me safe. Having a party would be good for everyone’s morale. It might even ease some of the tension we’d all felt the past couple of weeks. These women were like sisters, and the last thing I wanted was for them to be disappointed. Hopefully, after Mika talked with Davian, he would agree.
Mentally exhausted, I pulled my silk nightgown from my suitcase and began undressing. I wasn’t sure how late Davian would be downstairs working, but I wanted to stay awake to talk to him. Mostly, I wanted to know when I could see my mom and dad.
The buzz from the wine I drank was wearing off, and I could barely keep my eyes open. Gathering the robe I placed over the armchair next to the dresser, I quickly put it on and headed out of the room. The living area was quiet, which told me I was the only one awake other than the guys who were still downstairs working away. As I padded down the stairs in my bare feet, I could hear two male voices in what appeared to be a heated conversation.
It was hard to tell who was arguing since the smoky glass hid the computer area. Of the men arguing, neither one of them was Davian. Of that, I was sure. When I reached the bottom of the stairs and rounded the glass-enclosed room, I was met with Davian’s steely eyes. A grin appeared across his face as his eyes moved down the length of my body. My robe fell open, revealing my nightgown, which was less than appropriate for any eyes other than his.
Pulling the two sides of the robe together to cover my nightgown that came to mid-thigh, I tied the sash. “I heard some arguing. Is everything okay?”
“The guys have a habit of showing each other who is more knowledgeable. It’s nothing. I’m exhausted,” he replied, reaching for my hand before leading me back up the stairs. “Let’s go to bed.”
I wasn’t sure if what Davian had said was entirely accurate, but I didn’t pursue finding out why they were arguing. There was something more important weighing on my mind. “Have you thought more about letting me see my parents?”
Unbuttoning his shirt as he kicked off his shoes, his eyes studied me. “I have. I’ve contacted them, and they will be here in the morning.”
As powerful and dominant as Davian was, he never ceased to amaze me. I never knew from one minute to the next what he would say or do. Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, I placed my lips on his. “Thank you for understanding.”
The same grin I saw moments ago returned. Lifting me from the floor, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me over to the bed. Heat and desire flooded my body, consuming me with the need to feel him deep inside me. It wasn’t the wine that had my head spinning. It was the unequivocal craving that only he could satisfy.
“I thought you were exhausted,” I said. Davian’s need was parallel to mine, even with his exhaustion.
“I’m never too tired to take what is mine.”
His dominant confession made me wetter than I already was. I loved the way he claimed my body as his. “Then, take me as you wish.” It was a bold statement, but I was aware from the beginning that he was holding back his true desires.
“Be careful, princess. You have no idea what you are offering.”
“I’m yours, Davian. I want to share everything with you.” It was true. I loved him, and with that came trust.
Pushing from the bed, Davian lowered his pants and boxers while removing the condom he always conveniently tucked away in his wallet. Setting it on the nightstand, I kept my eyes on him as he walked to the closet on the other side of the large room. I would never get tired of his body. His broad shoulders, his sculpted abs—mostly the strength and warmth of his arms as he held me tight.
Davian returned to the bed holding several items. A scarf, handcuffs, and something I didn’t recognize, nor knew what it was used for. Placing the items on the bed, he straddled my body. “I want you to give me your body, Princess. I want you to trust me completely.”
Nodding my head, I trusted him completely. Heart. Body. And soul.
“I need you to say it, Reyna.”
“I trust you, Davian. I trust you with my body. Completely.”
Kneeling between my legs, Davian pushed up the hem of my nightgown, revealing the lace thong that matched the nightgown. I moved to a sitting position, allowing Davian to lift the gown up and over my head. Smiling, there was only desire in his eyes. “Beautiful.”
My body heated at his declaration, and there was no doubt he would find my thong soaked when he removed it. Placing a kiss on my lips, which set me on fire, he moved lower down my body. Davian’s breath left me undone, sensitizing my skin with need. Thrusting my hips upward, I wanted him to take me before I exploded. “Please, Davian.”
“Patience, princess.”
Patience was the last thing I had, and my desire to be taken doubled as he picked up the scarf he placed on the bed and secured it behind my head, blocking my vision. Anticipating what was to come next, my senses were heightened when I felt the handcuffs’ cold metal around my wrists as he positioned them above my head. I should have been concerned, but I trusted Davian. Whatever he had planned, it would be unforgettable.
Without warning, he lowered his mouth to my belly, my thighs, making sure he kissed every inch of my exposed skin. The sound of foil being torn pierced my ears. Inserting one finger and then another into my channel, Davian brought his mouth to mine, treating me to a soft kiss. “Do you know how perfect you are?”
“Show me.”
I felt Davian adjust his position. Taking hold of my hips, he lifted my legs from the bed and wrapped them around his waist. He lingered there with no movement, and even though I couldn’t see him, I knew he was taking great pleasure from the torment he was putting me through. Lifting my cuffed hands from above my head, I lowered them down my body. I reached between my legs, my fingers close to finding the spot that desperately needed some tender loving care. If he wasn’t going to take care of me, I would.
“Hands above your head, princess. This is mine to worship.” Davian’s voice was commanding as the palm of his hand met my ass, leaving a slight sting.
Moving my hands above my head, I obeyed him with reservations. “I need to come, Davian.”
