Home For The Holidays: A Night Huntress Novella - Plot & Excerpts
At some point, he’d knelt down as far as the chains allowed, so cold metal bit into my knees from my straddling him, but I didn’t care. Everything still tingled too much for me to focus on the lack of comfortable surroundings. “I don’t want to move . . . ever,” I managed. His laugh was soft, wicked, and free of the concerns that bound him more securely than the chains lashing him to the support beam. Hearing it was another form of bliss, only this one reverberated deeper than even my previous, explosive climax. Something soft touched my legs. I glanced down and saw a blanket winding its way up that had formerly been in the corner. Bones’s power curled it higher, until it draped across my shoulders and warded away the chill in the air. Just further evidence that his will alone restrained him, rather than all the chains and locks Ian and I had wrapped around him. “Show-off,” I murmured, tucking it over both of us.
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