-Aurelian Salvatore:
The house felt charged, every casual brush of hands or lingering stare building toward something inevitable.
That evening, as the sun dipped low and painted the bedroom in golden hues, Elias stood before me, a black leather collar in his hands—simple, but studded with silver rings that glinted under the lamplight.
"Kneel," he commanded, his voice that low rumble that always made my knees weaken. I dropped without hesitation, my heart pounding as he fastened the collar around my neck, the leather cool against my skin before warming to my pulse.
The leash clipped on next, a thin chain that he wrapped loosely around his fist. "You're mine tonight," he said, tugging just enough to make me lean forward, my lips brushing his thigh through his pants as I mumbled, " I'm always yours."
Sebastian watched from the bed, already stripping off his shirt, his cock half-hard in his jeans as he took in the sight.
