He circulated you, admiring your skin while glistened in the dim moonlight. Marveling at the way you stirred while sleeping. The gentle shifting of your tied wrists to the chair. Hair falling on your face brought out your bewitching features. "Enchanting," he whispered as he knelt before you.

It took everything in his power not to wake you in your state. He fiddled with his fingers in anticipation and huffed. Temptation had him by the throat as he gaped at you.