EMBER’S POV

I lean down, my mouth brushing the shell of his ear, and roll my hips once, dragging my soaked cunt along the rigid length of him. He jerks under me, wrists straining hard against the cuffs.

“You made me think Rafael was in the house,” I whisper, rolling my hips again, letting him feel exactly how wet I am. “You dragged me out of bed. Scared the life out of me. Then had the nerve to call it romance.” Another slow grind. His cock twitches under me, and I smile against his ear. “The scales must be balanced. Elder Catherine agrees. Queenie agrees, enthusiastically. And you—” I rock...