She pulled her hand out from underneath the blanket and slid it inside Wyatt's clothes, "Let me feel if you're hurt."
"I'm not."
Rae Bennett's hand didn't stop but became more deliberate in its movements.
Her fingertips scratched in a way that tickled the heart.
Wyatt held her hand still, "You changed your cage."
The previous one was gold-plated.
The new one was pink, she liked shiny things, and it had diamonds embedded in it. The top was beautifully made, resembling a Western-style metal chandelier.
"Does it look good?"
"Mm."
"Then—"
Should we play with some fun gadgets?
Rae didn't finish her sentence before Wyatt's kiss descended.
He was somewhat impatient.
Her body softened, lying amidst the thin blankets as he hovered above her, blocking the light, kissing her through and through.
Her hand, initially held back by him, was now leading him to light a fire. He was purely asking for punishment, stopping at the brink when it became unbearable and not continuing.