Ciara's POV
"Now it's all about you. I'm at your mercy, Ciara. Command me. What would you like me to do for you, milady?" he said in a gentle voice that made my knees buckle as I looked at him, without any specific plans in mind.
"Anything you want. But please, go gentle on me," I responded softly.
"Anything?" The corner of his lips curled into a smirk, his eyes trailing down from my lips to my chest, and I watched him closely.
"Anything," I breathed as his cold fingers unexpectedly touched my nipples and it immediately hardened, causing goosebumps to rapidly rise on my skin.
"Anything," he repeated hoarsely and purposefully.
Averting his gaze to lock with mine, he slowly sank down to one knee.
