Warning: smut content.
I can't get up, not even on my knees, because the ropes keep my ankles and wrists close to each other. I can't move my arms forward and hug Alexander.
This is damn frustrating. I prefer being tied to the bed than like this: the freedom this position gives is all a lie.
Alexander is kissing me. His hand is in my hair, pulling my locks lightly. The other arm is around my waist, but he doesn't drag me closer in fear of making it uncomfortable, more than it already is.
«Thea,» he murmurs.
«Yes?»
«Are you sure you want to do this?»
I nod. Have I ever been unsure? And it's not like anything will happen if he ties me like a fool from time to time.
«I am not your wife,» I point out. «If I'm letting you do this, it's because I want to. I don't feel obliged to anything.»
Alexander sits back on the bed and looks at me for the first time from the beginning of the conversation.
