Thirty three

GABRIELLE POV

He gave me the best fight of my life, even tho he was still weak, traumatized from the white room, but my cuff was on both his hands. I smiled, little tingles trailing over my skin as I manhandled him towards the bed and he still put up a fight even after he knew I'd won.

He never ceased to defy me, fight his feelings, and resist the inevitable. I pulled down the chains attaching them to his cuffed hands, then pressed a button beside the bed, the chain pulled, dragging his arm up above his head, forcing him to sit up.

His robe parted his powerful thighs on display. Heat crawled over my skin, settling at my core. The blood dripping from his head just added more visuals to the beautiful picture he presented. Breathtaking. I almost drooled as his dark angry eyes met mine.

"I won, and you're going to sit back and enjoy all I have to give" I whispered, moving closer, jerking his thighs apart roughly. He gasped, the sound making me clench. He was definitely my special brand