Ravić sank to his knees, and I froze.
The metallic scrape of his chains cutting through the tense silence like warning.
He lifted his trembling hands, hovering them close to my hips, but not touching. His breath washing over me, hot and ragged, carrying a hunger that nearly made my knees buckle from my own rising pleasure.
Without warning, he pressed his face against my lower stomach, taking a guttural inhale against the fabric of my thin shirt, sending shivers down my skin.
He froze, all of a sudden.
The madness in his eyes faltering. Black, flickering to red, then black again. His lips parted, not in hunger, but in surprise and wonder.
"Ours..." he whispered hoarsely.
His chains rattled as he clutched at me, his forehead pressed to my abdomen like a man in prayer. His voice cracked, raw and disbelieving. "Is it truly ours?"
I dropped to my knees until our eyes met. Tears prickling at the back of my eyes. "Yes."
