Elisabeth's POV
My pulse quickened as Jefferson wound the silk scarf around my wrists, binding them securely behind my back. The smooth fabric felt cool against my heated skin.
With gentle pressure on my shoulders, he directed me toward the velvet chaise. I sank onto the plush surface, my heart racing as he positioned me exactly where he wanted me - lying back with my knees drawn up.
Our gazes locked, an entire conversation passing between us without words. He leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting across my skin. His hands found the hem of my dress, tugging the fabric upward. I arched my hips, helping him gather the material at my waist since my bound hands prevented complete removal.
His fingertips traced the elastic edge of my underwear, drawing delicate patterns along my thighs. A shiver coursed through me, my breathing becoming shallow and uneven.
