Chapter 277: Bound in Silk

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Warning: Mature content in the Chapter - - - - - - - - - - Evaline: I inhaled sharply. Oscar’s steady gaze was still locked on mine, pinning me where I sat on the couch, but the voice in my ear made my blood run hot. "It’s time for you to take off your top." Draven’s words slithered down my spine, low and commanding, yet there was something in his tone that both startled and thrilled me. My lips parted, my breath catching as though the air itself had thickened. Slowly, I turned my head while my heart pounded against my ribs, and found him there - slightly behind me, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath grazing my cheek. My pulse stumbled when his arm circled around my waist, tugging me flush against him. And then his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my dark blue woolen top. A shiver cascaded through me as his fingertips brushed against my bare skin, tracing languidly along the curve of my waist and across my belly. My breath hitched, and without pause, he kept sliding the fabric upward, coaxing it higher and higher until he pulled it clean over my head. The soft wool fell away, leaving me in just the blue silk bra I had carefully chosen this evening - two shades lighter than my top. Exposed, my skin prickled, but before my nerves could take over, his hand cupped my right breast. A sigh slipped from my lips, and my eyes fluttered shut. His other hand trailed teasingly over the waistband of my white trousers, dipping close but never quite low enough. His grip alternated between squeezing and caressing my breasts, switching sides with infuriating patience. My head tilted as he pressed kisses over my now bare shoulder, his lips hot and wet, his teeth tugging playfully at the thin strap of my bra. I drew in sharp breaths as he trailed back to my neck, each kiss anchoring me in a haze of sensation. "Time for these to go too," he murmured, his voice felt like velvet, as his fingers slipped under my waistband. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. With one deliberate tug, he drew the trousers down over my hips, dragging them along my thighs before pulling them completely off my legs. A rush of awareness swept through me. I had been smart as I anticipated... something. Maybe not this, but something. That’s why I had chosen a matching set - silk bra and panties in the same soft shade of blue. Yet even with the warmth of the house surrounding me, a tremor ran through me. Not from the cold. But from everything else. I expected his next touch. Instead, he surprised me again. "Sit," he ordered gently, guiding me onto the big couch. Confused but compliant, I settled into the cushions. My nerves were buzzing as I watched him walk toward the side table nearby, open a drawer, and retrieve something. When he returned, my brows furrowed. He was holding silk scarves. Two of them. My lips parted in question, but no words left me. He approached slowly, purpose clear in his eyes, and then raised one of the scarves toward my face. I froze. The soft fabric brushed against my temples, over my lashes, and then tied securely at the back of my head. The world dissolved into darkness. My heart jumped in my chest, every nerve on edge. "Draven-" I started, feeling uncertain about the shift I definitely wasn’t expecting. "Shh." His voice was calm, soothing, threaded with the quiet dominance that made my stomach twist with heat. "Relax, love. Trust me." And then I felt it. His reassurance pouring into me through our bond, steady and unyielding, and a warm promise of safety wrapped around me like a cloak. My body loosened, my pulse steadying, though anticipation still burned beneath my skin. My breath stuttered when he took my hands next, gently pulling them together. And then, I felt the second scarf wrapping around my wrists, the silk smooth and deceptively soft. It wasn’t too tight. Secure, but not harsh. "Hold them here," he murmured, guiding my bound hands up until they rested against the backrest above my head. I obeyed. My breathing was turning shallow, and my body was beginning to thrum. The couch dipped beside me as he took a seat next to me. Then... warm lips grazed my neck, my shoulder, the line of my jaw. Each kiss left fire in its wake. When he finally reached my lips, I welcomed his kiss, feeling the need starting to settle in my bones. His tongue eased past my parted lips and deepening the kiss until I was feeling weak all across my body. He ended the kiss earlier than I expected, his lips finding its way to kiss my earlobe I gasped softly when his hand returned to my breasts. He tugged at the cups of my bra until they slid down, baring me to the open air. His fingers pinched, rolled, and teased at my hardened nipples, coaxing soft sounds from me no matter how hard I tried to swallow them. But then... I gasped, louder this time, when something hot and wet flicked against me. His tongue. A moan broke free as he sucked and licked, and just when I thought I could sink into it, the same sensation came on my other nipple. My heart lurched. Wait... two at once? And then it hit me in a rush. Oscar. The realization stole the last of my composure. A cry slipped past my lips. My body arched instinctively, trapped between both sensations - Draven’s tongue at one peak, Oscar’s at the other. The blindfold only intensified everything, every nerve on fire, every sound louder, every touch magnified. I tugged faintly against the silk binding my wrists, but it held me secure, leaving me open to them. My breaths came fast, uneven, as I tried to ground myself, but their mouths moved in tandem, relentless and devastating. My world narrowed to heat, silk, and sensation. And I was completely at their mercy.

Chapter 277: Bound in Silk

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