I whimpered, my thighs twitching. “Please,” I gasped, desperate now, needing to be free.

Legend nodded, satisfied with how thoroughly he had ruined me, then finally reached for my wrists, untying the knots with expert precision. The second my arms were loose, they dropped limply to my sides, my muscles still weak from the wreckage of my orgasms.

Legend didn’t rush as he moved down, untying my ankles next, his fingers brushing my skin, his touch light but still possessive. When the last restraint fell away, he leaned back and folded his arms across his chest.

“You good?” he had the nerve to ask.

I cut my eyes to him and let out a weak, breathless laugh. “I… I don’t even know what the fuck just happened.”

He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating through the room as he stood, running a hand over his jaw. “You surrendered to the pleasure. To me,” he said, his voice a lazy rasp. “And you’re still coming down from it.”

He didn’t tell a single lie. I felt like I was still floating somewhere between reality and oblivion, my mind blank, my body spent and my legs completely useless.

I turned my head slightly, watching him through heavy, hooded eyes as he moved across the room, disappearing into the en suite bathroom. I heard the steady rush of water as I blinked, dead tired and my body too exhausted to process what was happening. Then, warm, strong hands were under me. A sharp gasp left my lips as Legend scooped me up effortlessly, lifting me off the bed, and cradling me against his bare chest.

My arms hung limply around his shoulders and my head drooped against his collarbone as he carried me into the steamy, softly lit bathroom. The scent of vanilla and almonds  filled the space and the oversized marble soaking tub was filled to the brim with bubbles.

I blinked up at him, still dazed, still trying to comprehend. “You...” My voice cracked. “You ran me into the ground just to take care of me after?”

Legend smirked, lowering me slowly into the water, the warmth cocooning me instantly, relaxing my sore, spent muscles. “You think I’d leave you in that mess, sweetheart?” he questioned, kneeling by the tub before reaching for a soft washcloth.

I sighed, melting into the water, my body too weak, too satisfied to even try to fight him. I didn’t know what this was. I didn’t know what to call it. All I knew was that I had never felt this worshiped and the weekend had only just begun.

I woke up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. For a few blissful seconds, I was still floating in that half-dream state, my body weightless, my mind hazy with sleep. Then, I shifted and every single muscle in my body screamed in exhaustion.