I am Drake "Drago" Ward of the House of Ward in England...about five hundred years ago.
I crossed the seas to the Americas for a better "life" three hundred years ago.
Today, I run a successful business with my partner, Dr. Darius Chiron. Instead of...
"Yes, we did," Drake told me. "I'll bring you back later."
"Bring me back?" I repeated. "What are you up to?"
He gave me a small devilish smile and my pulse leapt. He definitely had a plan. He pulled a golden key from his pocket. He opened the door.
I gasped. "Is this a...a..."
"Playroom?" he smiled. "Yes." He took my hand and led me in. A wave of nervousness swept over me. When I thought of all he could do to me in a simple bedroom I got weak knees at what he may do here.
"Nothing you're not ready for," he encouraged. He smiled softly. "See this? Darius and Charlotte have one of these in their room, can you believe it?"
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"No wonder she got pregnant," I breathed.
"Who knew?" he chuckled. "Safe word?"
"I trust you." I whispered, smiling.
"Oh, come now!" He shook his head in disbelief, but smiled.
"You love me, Drake Ward."
He sobered, swallowing hard. "Yes, I do."
"I trust you," I repeated. "Drake?"
"Yes?"
"I-" I looked at him. I didn't know how to ask. I didn't know how to say it. I wanted him to bite me--
He reached out, his hand lightly gliding over my chest to my neck. His tilted my chin back gently with his thumb, but his other fingers caressed the veins on my neck, particularly his index finger. I didn't even bring my hands up to his, I stayed utterly defenseless as he licked his lips, staring at my neck. "Are you sure?" his voice was rough.
"Yes." I told him.
He looked...different all of a sudden. He looked hungry. I didn't realize how much he had been waiting for this. "You have to marry me."
"What?" I didn't see that coming.
"I know if I have you like that tonight, I'm too damn possessive to let you get away," he gave a small chuckle. "I can barely let you out of my sight now."
"Okay," I held up my ring hand. "Promise."
"Promise?" He caught my hand and kissed it, dragging his lips along my arm. I actually wanted to curse the fabric for being there.
"Promise." I whispered.
He wasted no time. He closed the little distance between us and kissed me. It was passionate and branding, his lips, tongue and teeth alternating caresses on mine. I was breathless, my knees starting to weaken. He caught me and lifted me slightly so I could feel his arousal. My hips tried to stay right there, reveling in the feel of his length, how good he would feel inside. He stopped only to take a blindfold out. "Turn round."
