Despite his clear protests, holding Shannon tenderly trapped beneath their sheets felt just the barest edge of wicked, as Felix curled over him and rested his weight on the bedding, to make it more difficult for Shannon to escape. Mine, indeed. My captive.

He allowed Shannon's fingers to slip beneath the violet silk draped over his shoulder, exposing more of his fair skin to the drowsy morning sunlight, filtering in the window. So rarely did they make love with the lights on, Felix shivered lightly despite the warmth of the room and the heat building between them. He wanted to lose himself in Shannon, not worry about the ugliness of his back becoming exposed.