I woke up the next morning feeling strangely energized despite our intense activities the night before. The silk ropes were nowhere to be seen, but the memory of being bound and completely at Alaric's mercy sent a delicious shiver through me.
My husband was already awake, watching me with that intense gaze that never failed to make my heart race.
"Good morning," I murmured, stretching languidly. "I hope you slept well."
"How could I not, after such a satisfying evening?" His voice was a low rumble that vibrated through me. "But I'm far from finished with you, Isabella."
Before I could respond, he was kissing me, his mouth demanding and possessive. When he pulled away, I was breathless.
"What do you have planned for today?" I asked, trying to regain my composure.
"It's my birthday, or have you forgotten?" Alaric's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I believe I'm entitled to whatever pleasures I desire."
