Were we still playing or was this—? I hesitated too long, and his hand grasped my leg closest to him, pulling it to hang over the edge of the bed.

You could tell him to stop, I thought as his eyes fixed to my sex. I pursed my lips flat, and he hummed, gaze hooding with satisfaction.

"I said I wasn't sore."

His eyes weren't as vivid in daylight, and it was easier now to see the way his irises spread brightly out in dark orbs, shades of gold and copper. "You said, not really. Women spend too much time pretending to be comfortable."

The hand that had grabbed my thigh slid up as he held my stare until two fingers were thrusting gently into me, my lips parting and chest rising quickly with harsh breaths. His touch was clinical inside of me, apparently checking for any damage from his roughness earlier, but I was busy watching the subtle shifts of his face. It was so muscular that I thought it must've been capable of more expressive movement, but instead seemed to hide information better. Still, he relaxed slightly and pulled his hand free of me just before I released a whine of need.

I sagged, and this time I fought any begging as he moved around the bed to the cuff that had fastened me to the bottom right poster of the bed.

"We're going to put 'master' and 'pet' away for an hour at least now," he said, releasing me. "But I'm still in charge, so far as you grant me. Do you prefer Sonya, or—"

"Sunny," I said immediately. Almost no one had called me Sonya, no one I was close with at least. Harry had preferred my real name, even after meeting my family, who'd been shocked at the sound, as if my mother had forgotten what she'd named me in the first place. "And you're Khell'ar," I said, trying to catch the almost rhythmic pause in the middle.

He opened his mouth briefly and then shut it again, nodding. "Come, Sunny."

Except he didn't hold a hand out in offering but simply grabbed me by my thighs, dragged me to the foot of the bed, and hauled me up into his arms. He was a wonderful combination of hard with muscle and soft with that velvety skin of his, and my arms felt familiar already around his shoulders, my breasts warm against his hot chest. His pointed ear was at my eye level, and he held me to his hip as if I were a toddler, the pressure of him between my legs just a bit too good.

His left eye traveled to the far corner and he had a predator's periphery vision, perfectly able to see me blushing as I realized that I was already eager to have him inside me again.