Chapter 8

I thought I had misheard him, but quickly realized I had not. Cade walked into the adjacent room and came back, holding a long length of bundled purple rope. Oh my. I swallowed, hard, and felt my throat tighten. This man had just made me cum with a flower and his hands, now he was going to tie me up? Just when I thought I couldn’t get any wetter I did. He placed the length of rope on the bedside table before laying down beside me, pulling me close to him. I inhaled his scent as he did, my nostrils flaring, he smelled of darkness and night if it had a smell. His arms wrapped around me, cradling me against his chest. I started to ask a question but bit it back. This was not the time to ask about his contradictory nature, this was the time to enjoy the attention he lavished on me; and I did not want to ruin what was to come with my questions. Cade Amata in real life and this fantasy Cade Amata, I knew which one I preferred. I felt his breath, warm