Chapter 21

He touches me mercilessly, running his fingers over every hollow and curve until my skin feels like it’s on fire, even more so because I can’t move. I can only submit to this pulsing need.

And when he goes to the living room and returns with a glass of wine and a plate of caviar, I can’t help but wonder what new torment he has in store for me.

Because, yes, it’s torment.

Slowly, he pours a few drops of the thousand-dollar wine into my belly button and tastes them with the tip of his tongue. He brings the glass to my mouth to take a sip, and the tingle of its intensity seems to match the heat consuming my body for him. When he places a spoonful of caviar on each breast and licks it off, I can’t help but arch my back from the overwhelming sensation—pure eroticism rolling through me.