"Kneel," he said with more of a commanding tone than she had ever come from Luke's mouth.
Remi's body shook as the tears streamed down her face. She wasn't submissive. She wasn't the woman he needed, or at least her ego pretended not to be. As her knees fell beneath her, her body lowered and her eyes never left his. Slowly she did as he commanded. Once to her knees, everything Remi ever tried to deny was like the waters around the boat. At any moment the floods could wash over them and leave her floating in her own emotions.
She was in control. She led everything and everyone around her. She didn't submit to any man. Yet, here with Luke, she was on her knees begging for him. Reaching out like he was a lifeline, to the one man who had always held her heart above the storms, she gave her all.
Raising her hands that were clasped in front of her, as if in prayer, she pleaded, "Own me, Master. Please, Luke? Love me as only you can. Please?"