Chloe’s skin was still tingling from Valerius’s touch, her wrists were free now, but her body was far from unbound. She lay naked on his bed, chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, flushed and trembling beneath the dim candlelight as she awaited Valerius' next move, every second thick with aching anticipation. The air hung heavy, saturated with the scent of melted wax and her own arousal.

From the shadows, he emerged once more, something new in his hands: a tall, black candle, ...