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“Let’s finish the tour,” I say, pulling her away from her exploration of the grounds. Even though I wouldn’t stop her, I don’t want her to get the idea of running away from me, escaping to the front yard, and then off down the driveway. I don’t want her to leave. I don’t yet trust whatever is between us enough to allow her the chance.
Carina follows me back inside and then upstairs, back to my wing. I take her to a pair of double doors, locked with a key that only I have a copy of, and open them to lead her inside. The master bedroom, my sanctuary. None of my men have ever been inside. I clean it myself. This is for me, and only for me.
But now, I’m opening it up for her.
“This is your room?” Carina asks, looking around with what I think is awe – and perhaps a little excitement.
“Yes,” I tell her, locking the doors again behind us. “My men never disturb me here. They know better.”
“It’s lovely,” Carina says, taking a step in the direction of the bed before stopping short. I understand her desire and her hesitation. Anyone would want to run their hands over those silky sheets.
“This room is mine, and mine alone,” I say. “Would you like to share it with me?”
Carina turns and looks at me, her lips slightly parted, a question hanging from her lips that remains unspoken.
“You could,” I say.
Carina bites her lip for a tiny moment and nods like she’s trying to be brave, to overcome her shyness.
“I told you I would make today special for you,” I say. “I’ve danced with you, shared good food with you, and given you something special to my heart. I hope I’ve shown you that you can be comfortable here, in this house. Later, we can enjoy a sumptuous dinner. But there is one last thing I want to give you today.”
Carina raises her head, though I can see that she’s trembling slightly. “What is it?”
“You have your freedom,” I tell her. “Just say the word, and you can leave.”
There’s a silence between us for a long moment, stretching on until I can hardly bear it. If she chooses to go, I swear I will go mad. I will destroy this place with my bare hands. But I won’t threaten her with that. This is up to her, and she won’t witness the consequences either.
“I don’t want to leave,” Carina says quietly, her voice tight with emotion.
I step forward and kiss her, deeply, my hands cupping her face to lift it to mine. I walk her back as I devour her hungrily until she’s standing by one of the floor to ceiling windows cut into the wall that faces the garden, bathed in perfect light. The view out is the side of the house, over the pathway that leads to the front driveway, and a willow tree by a small pond.
“My Carina,” I say, caressing her shoulders with my fingertips. I run my hands over her sides and pull her towards me again for another kiss by her hips. It takes everything in me to remain in control, I could tear off her clothes, throw her on the bed, and take her. But I made a promise. I will make love not just to her body but to her mind. I will give her the most heightened pleasure I can, and that starts now.
I take in her outfit, a delicate sundress with a silk blouse underneath with long sleeves, and that lingerie underneath. I need her to feel the most pleasure that she can. I start worshipping her body by dragging out the process as long as I can.
I start with the sleeve on her left arm. Held in place by a button at the cuff, it then features a small slit before traveling up to her shoulder. I reach for her hand and trace my fingers over it, bringing it to my lips, before slowly turning it over and tracing over her wrist. She shivers as I oh-so-slowly undo the button and let the cuff fall open, my fingers moving in patterns over the newly exposed skin.
I have no intention of stopping there. I repeat the same process on the other hand and turn her slowly so that she faces out to the window, my hands running over her shoulders, neck, and down over her back. My kisses follow them, until I linger on the zipper of her dress, pulling it slowly down, inch by inch. She shivers as it passes down her spine, and I can’t stop a wicked smile from curving my lips.
I don’t pull her dress off right away. I slip my hands inside the opening left by the zipper, smoothing them over her back, around to her waist, and over her stomach as I kiss her neck. I feel her melting against me, her muscles unraveling, leaning into my every touch. And I’ve only just gotten started.
