EMBER’S POV
For a moment, he just stares at me, chest rising and falling. Then, slowly, a wicked glint catches in his eyes as he whispers,
“You’re going to regret teasing me like this, darling. I promise you that much.”
The words send a dark thrill through me.
I smile wider and slide my hands down his chest, but I don’t move lower yet. Instead, I sit back on my heels and laugh out loud.
“Promises, promises, Your Majesty.”
He tests the cuffs again.
I watch him test it—the reflexive flex of those massive shoulders, the hard pull, the dark frown that forms when the metal actually holds. I stay exactly where I am, straddling his hips, and let him process the reality of the situation.
I intend to savour every second of this.
“Ember.” His voice is low, rough, still half in the haze of t
