GABRIELLA'S POV

“I never said exactly what I’d touch you with, now did I, Kitty?” His voice was soft and dark, like a deep, rich chocolate you indulged in late at night. You knew it was

feel the hard length of him pressed tightly against her, and she instinctively arched her hips upward. 

He let out a low, ragged moan and tore his lips from hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily. His tongue swiped against the soft skin, and she groaned.

 

Niclaus forced himself to stop, to calm down. She trusted him enough to let him tie her up and blindfold her. Trusted...