Page 246 of Before Dawn

The motion tugged the thick comforter down, leaving my breasts bare against the warm air.

My heart pounded, a pulse of anticipation mixing with a twinge of nervousness. Then, I heard it—a card sliding into the door, followed by the soft whir of the electronic lock. The door swung open.

Then his voice. Deep. Controlled. Seductive.

“Ready for the ride, Red?”

A shiver raced down my spine, heat curling in my belly. My voice trembled, thick withanticipation. “Sí.206”

He stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind him. I barely registered the backpack slung over his white, tailored suit, too focused on the way his gaze devoured me—slow and unrelenting.

Setting the bag at the foot of the bed, he prowled closer, bracing his arms on either side of my head. His presence suffocated the space in the best way, his scent—leather, spice, and something distinctly him—clouding my senses.

With effortless control, he tightened each cuff to the headboard, testing them with a slow, deliberate tug that sent my pulse skyrocketing. Finally, he retrieved the small key, his lips curling into a smirk before tossing it into the open drawer and shutting it with a bump of his hip.

“We won’t be needing that for a while, will we?” The teasing glint in his eyes made my stomach flip.

My breath hitched. Completely at his mercy. My thighs pressed together involuntarily. I swallowed hard and shook my head.

Mikkel smiled—a wicked thing—his eyes dropping to my peaked, pink areolas, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face.

His hand found my upturned hip, pressing me firmly against the bed, his touch slow, possessive. He traced his palm down the outside of my thigh, his voice a low hum of amusement.

“You’re gonna fuck me with a blindfold on?” My voice was barely a whisper, caught between curiosity and something darker.

His response was a single, devastating stroke between my legs—quick, electric, enough to make me gasp.

“Patience, mi amor.” His voice turned husky, full of promise. “But yes, I’m gonna fuck you with a blindfold on.”

I nodded eagerly, thrumming with anticipation.

The moment the fabric slid over my eyes, my world shrank to sound and touch. I heard him move at the foot of the bed, the telltale clink of his belt buckle dropping, the rustle of fabric as he undressed.

Then—silence.

I felt his weight settle beside me, the mattress shifting beneath him. My body tensed, hanging on to the growing stillness, when—wait.What the… fuck?

A single, featherlight touch traced my throat, gliding lower.

Down.

Between my breasts.

Not teasing.Exploring.

Each slow graze sent a fresh wave of goosebumps rippling over my skin, forcing a sharp arch of my back. The air felt thick—humid with desire—as his fingers continued their unhurried path, leaving me aching, gasping, completely at his mercy.

A groan escaped my lips as the feather shifted to one nipple and then the other.

“Fuck,” I muttered, involuntarily pulling on the handcuffs.

It never dipped any lower though, despite me instinctively lifting my hips towards the soft tickle to make contact with the area of my body that wanted it the most.My pussy.

The feather lifted away from my body and I moaned again, waiting for it to tantalize and tease me once more. I jumped when instead of the feather, the chill of an ice cube kissed my collarbone.

A drop of icy moisture was left behind as the ice cube was drawn across to the small cup of my neck. It traveled across my skin, slowly but continuously, leaving behind a path of cool, chilled flesh in its wake. I sucked in a breath as it worked its way down between my breasts, circling my nipples but never quite making contact.

Then I felt it lower across my belly, and lower still, headed straight for the heat burning between my legs.

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