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Dylan knelt between Olivia's parted legs, where she lay stretched out like surrender, wrists bound above her head, her body waiting, exposed, trembling, and breathtaking. The room was in shadows, lit only by the warm glow of a low red lamp.
He didn't rush. His fingers first trailed along the soft inside of her thighs, barely brushing her skin, and when he felt her flinch, just slightly, he pulled back with a smirk tugging at his lips. Teasing. Testing. Pushing buttons.
Then, without warning, he leaned in, climbing over her. His strong frame hovered above hers as he placed a kiss on her forehead gently. A promise that despite the games, she was safe with him. Entirely his, but never in danger.
