Page 46 of Bound By Crimson
Then he reached out—slow and deliberate—and tilted her chin up with two fingers.
Her lips parted.
His face was so close she could taste his breath—cool mint and heat.
She thought he would kiss her.
Sheneededhim to kiss her.
But he didn’t.
He hovered there, mouth just brushing hers—taunting.
She whimpered.
And then—he pulled away.
He turned to the piano, pressed a discreet button on its side—within seconds, the keys began to move on their own. Music filled the room slow and haunting.
A melody that pulsed like blood and velvet.
He returned to her, hand outstretched—not asking.
Commanding.
She placed her hand in his.
And he began to move.
Not a dance.
A seduction in motion.
Chapter Thirteen
The Claim
His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Chest to chest.
Hip to hip.
Thigh to thigh.
The music curled around them like smoke, slow and haunting.
Every shift of his hips teased against her center, igniting sparks that raced through her.
His hand, firm on her lower back, pressed her closer.
His thumb brushed the side of her ribcage with every slow turn.
Each touch, fire beneath her skin.
He dipped her low, his mouth grazing her throat—but never touching.
His restraint undid her.
