I want to see how long you can endure this, Bright. This torment. The fact that I will never truly be yours. No matter how close you keep me, no matter how tight the shackles and chains you put on me.
— Emma
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"You call this control?"
"Yes. You might hold the chains, but I know how to wield them," she whispered wickedly. "Clench your fist if you want me to stop!"
"No."
Emma chuckled. "Look at you, Bright…"
Emma's touch was both gentle and commanding, her fingers tracing the contours of his bare chest with a maddeningly slow pace.
"You're so stubborn, Bright," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Always trying to prove something, aren't you?"