Chapter 1
Savannah found herself in a beautiful dream. In it, she was dancing with a prince, a tall man who wore a mask just as she wore a mask. She thought she knew the man’s face, the way he walked, the cologne on his skin. As they danced at the masked ball, the man wordlessly wove a delicious web of seduction around her, pulling her deeper and deeper into a sensual trance as her limbs moved automatically in the movements of a waltz.
His body against hers was magic. The way he commanded her movements made her knees weak. This voiceless, faceless man was the answer to every prayer for love that she ever had, and as they danced around the opulent ballroom, spun past glittering gold tapestries, gilt-edged mirrors, other masked dancers, she knew he would make her happy for the rest of her life.
In bed, her eyes flickered open and she rolled over, her body meeting a firm, warm shape. The lingering strains of a waltz played through her head as she blinked up at the high ceiling of the bedroom where she lay. Graham’s bedroom. The events of the previous night came back to her in a beautiful rush. The sumptuous feast they had shared at dinner. Their wild and satisfying sex play on the dining table. His proposal. She lifted a hand to her throat and touched the collar he had locked there. The smooth gold was warm against her skin. A delicious reminder of what they had done and his soft words to her at the end: Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
Savannah drew a deep and disbelieving breath. His wife. The warm body sharing her bed moved against hers while a hand possessively touched her bare belly. A low and rumbling voice.
“Good morning.”
Graham’s husky tones trembled along her skin. She smiled widely, her face barely able to contain the expression of her happiness. He smelled of early morning and their sex from the night before, of his particular masculine and musky scent.
“Good morning,” she murmured and turned into him.
His gray eyes smiled down at her, his hair flopping over his forehead and giving him a slightly youthful, yet sensual look.
“How did you sleep?”
“The best sleep of my life,” she murmured, lifting a hand to touch his slightly stubbled face, fingers tracing the full line of his mouth.
She felt like she’d opened her eyes to a whole new life. This was the first time Graham had brought her to his bed instead of having her sleep in the bedroom down the hall where he had rarely visited her. The morning felt strange and wonderful in so many ways. Even with Graham, her new fiancé, hovering over her with a smile on his face, it all seemed to be the continuation of a dream. A wonderful and amazing dream.
“The first of many,” he said.
Graham touched his mouth to hers, lightly, as if testing the flavor of her morning breath. She sat up in the bed, abruptly self conscious of her mouth’s smell as her hair tumbled around her shoulders.
“I should go brush my teeth,” she said, lifting a hand to her mouth.
Graham shook his head, a minute negation but still she tried to pull away. His eyes hardened just the slightest bit.
“Not even a fiancé for twenty-four hours and you’re already going against my wishes.”
He tugged her close to him and before she could even think to protest, he had a pair of handcuffs in his hand, gripped her wrists, and latched them to the headboard. Savannah was breathless with the unexpectedness of it. The silver handcuffs rattled as she moved.
“I want you here,” he said. “Not in the bathroom. Not scrubbed. Simply available to me in whatever form I choose.” He tapped her chin with his index finger, eyes sparkling with amusement now at the startled look on her face. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she stammered, her body already tingling in excitement.
With her arms stretched above her head, her bare breasts were lifted up toward him, the tips hardening in
Savannah found herself in a beautiful dream. In it, she was dancing with a prince, a tall man who wore a mask just as she wore a mask. She thought she knew the man’s face, the way he walked, the cologne on his skin. As they danced at the masked ball, the man wordlessly wove a delicious web of seduction around her, pulling her deeper and deeper into a sensual trance as her limbs moved automatically in the movements of a waltz.
His body against hers was magic. The way he commanded her movements made her knees weak. This voiceless, faceless man was the answer to every prayer for love that she ever had, and as they danced around the opulent ballroom, spun past glittering gold tapestries, gilt-edged mirrors, other masked dancers, she knew he would make her happy for the rest of her life.
In bed, her eyes flickered open and she rolled over, her body meeting a firm, warm shape. The lingering strains of a waltz played through her head as she blinked up at the high ceiling of the bedroom where she lay. Graham’s bedroom. The events of the previous night came back to her in a beautiful rush. The sumptuous feast they had shared at dinner. Their wild and satisfying sex play on the dining table. His proposal. She lifted a hand to her throat and touched the collar he had locked there. The smooth gold was warm against her skin. A delicious reminder of what they had done and his soft words to her at the end: Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
Savannah drew a deep and disbelieving breath. His wife. The warm body sharing her bed moved against hers while a hand possessively touched her bare belly. A low and rumbling voice.
“Good morning.”
Graham’s husky tones trembled along her skin. She smiled widely, her face barely able to contain the expression of her happiness. He smelled of early morning and their sex from the night before, of his particular masculine and musky scent.
“Good morning,” she murmured and turned into him.
His gray eyes smiled down at her, his hair flopping over his forehead and giving him a slightly youthful, yet sensual look.
“How did you sleep?”
“The best sleep of my life,” she murmured, lifting a hand to touch his slightly stubbled face, fingers tracing the full line of his mouth.
She felt like she’d opened her eyes to a whole new life. This was the first time Graham had brought her to his bed instead of having her sleep in the bedroom down the hall where he had rarely visited her. The morning felt strange and wonderful in so many ways. Even with Graham, her new fiancé, hovering over her with a smile on his face, it all seemed to be the continuation of a dream. A wonderful and amazing dream.
“The first of many,” he said.
Graham touched his mouth to hers, lightly, as if testing the flavor of her morning breath. She sat up in the bed, abruptly self conscious of her mouth’s smell as her hair tumbled around her shoulders.
“I should go brush my teeth,” she said, lifting a hand to her mouth.
Graham shook his head, a minute negation but still she tried to pull away. His eyes hardened just the slightest bit.
“Not even a fiancé for twenty-four hours and you’re already going against my wishes.”
He tugged her close to him and before she could even think to protest, he had a pair of handcuffs in his hand, gripped her wrists, and latched them to the headboard. Savannah was breathless with the unexpectedness of it. The silver handcuffs rattled as she moved.
“I want you here,” he said. “Not in the bathroom. Not scrubbed. Simply available to me in whatever form I choose.” He tapped her chin with his index finger, eyes sparkling with amusement now at the startled look on her face. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she stammered, her body already tingling in excitement.
With her arms stretched above her head, her bare breasts were lifted up toward him, the tips hardening in
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