Imogen’s pov

 My breath came in shallow pants, my knees aching against the hard floor, but I didn’t dare move.

Because he was still watching me.

Blue eyes like ice, sharp and unyielding, and yet… soft in that one moment. The way his thumb traced my cheekbone, rubbing a drop of his jizz across my skin like he was painting me with his claim.

“You did so well, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and sinful. “I’m proud of you.”

The words hit harder than the orgasm I hadn’t even been given yet. No one had ever said that to me— not Perry or even anyone else.

I felt something...