Page 58 of Unraveling with You

My heartbeat pulses wildly enough to thump into my ears. “Remington, I didn’t think I could ever play this out in real life. Thank you for being so patient in practicing to get me here, and accepting my secret fantasies in the first place. I’m so, so grateful to have a chance to do the same for you.”

Remington groans, giving me a hurried peck. “Good thing I get to come back to you in a second to ravish you. I better hurry and run away before either I kiss you dizzy or your arms get too tired.”

I laugh. “Should we start?”

“Yes. See you soon, baby girl.”

“See you, gorgeous knight.”

Remington’s footsteps fade down the hall behind me. I lower my weight until I hang by my wrists, closing my eyes to set myself in the mood.

This is a big scene we’ve worked on for a long time now. At first, we giggled while planning it together, but we grew far more serious as we developed a deeper, darker message beneath the scene to heal our hearts. In order for this scene to work, I have to begin by remembering the “evil dragon” who tortured me for 18 years, binding not only my body, but my soul.

A deep melancholy fills me, producing a spark of genuine anxiety in my chest at the thought of Dad grabbing my wrist again. I squirm a little against the rope around my wrists, pushing myself to feel even more of this fear - challenging my limits. Last month, I cried when Remington tied my wrists gently, but we gradually worked up until I could finally handle this scene.

I need to get this out. I’m ready.

A knight races down the hall right on cue, rushing toward me in the dungeon. I gasp, imagining the fear I feel every time I don’t know who is approaching my back.

“Who’s there?” I ask.

“Oh, Princess,” Remington breathes.

My heart lifts; I’d recognize the voice of my long-lost lover anywhere. “Sir Remington, is that you?!”

“Yes, I’ve come to save you.” My knight in shining armor circles me, his hand on the small of my back. I squirm faster, desperate to reach him. He steps into my view with burning eyes, taking in my restrained form. Wild runes scour his body, far more than I remember him having in our youth: a sign he’s overcome numerous curses placed upon him on his journey to find me.

Sir Remington tugs on the ropes at my chest, jostling me with a single hand, but the ropes won’t budge. “My poor princess. What did that demonic dragon do to you?”

“He—” To my surprise, tears prick my eyes, stealing my breath.

Remington pauses, studying my face.

But I choke out my line.

“He hurt me,” I whisper. Remington’s forehead warps at my shaky words. “He burnt my skin, leaving a permanent mark on my back. Then he bound me. But that’s not the worst part: I’m stuck feeling his pain.”

He cups my cheeks, softening his voice. “I’m so sorry he did this to you, Princess. Thank you so much for telling me the truth.” My lip wobbles, and Remington catches my tears. “Tell me, what color is the candlelight beside us?”

He’s checking if I’m okay with continuing. I take a deep breath.

“It’s a beautiful green,” I whisper.

“Good - that’s what I see too. And that green is a good omen that I can rescue you even sooner. Just breathe through it for me, okay, Princess?”

I slowly exhale. “Okay, Sir.”

“You’re doing so well, sweet princess. Allow me to try to cut your restraints with my most blessed knife.”

Fuck, I finally did it; I made it past the worst part for me. Smiling in relief, I allow the leftover shakiness in my voice to give Remington an extra boost in his favorite kink. “Please save me, Sir Remington— Only my true love can. I’ve longed for you desperately.”

“Your true love is here. Keep breathing for me, Princess Lilibeth.”

He drops to one knee, skating his hand down my bare thighs, the fluid movement interrupted by the ropes squeezing my legs into bulging around them. His fingertips halt on the rope binding my ankles, pulling at it to test its strength. Whipping a knife from a holster strapped over his thigh, Remington slips its chilly blade between my ankles. I breathe faster through its suggested danger, but Remington’s hands smooth down the back of my thigh, pressing my skin to his mouth. His gentle lips shoot pleasure up my legs, swirling between them.

Remington stands, lowering his voice. “My sweet Princess, I’m afraid there’s dark magic sealing these ropes, and I don’t know the spell to release you.”

“I do, Sir,” I breathe.

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