“Elara, you’re the first woman who’s ever truly made me want to have you. And the only one who’s made me want to serve.”

I froze, my heart beating wildly. His eyes... sharp and soft all at once. Our breaths touched, and I knew my cheeks were heating up again.

“If I said my foot still hurts, would you still give me a massage?” I teased.

“I’d be happy to,” he answered casually.

He bent down again and gently touched my ankle. His thumbs pressed on the sore spots with perfect ...