"Turn and face the bed," the Lord ordered, his voice low and rough with desire. "Hips up," he commanded.
Arathiel followed the instructions instantly, his limbs heavy and shaking. He rolled over, pressing his chest into the soft silk and bracing himself on his knees. He clenched his eyes shut, his entire focus narrowing to the point of contact as he waited in a fever of anticipation. He could feel the Lord's gaze on him, burning into his skin like physical heat.
The Lord's hands gripped Arathiel's hips, pulling him back to position him more effectively. Arathiel's breath hitched as he felt the Lord's fingers trail down the length of his spine, sending a fresh wave of shivers through his entire body. "You are perfect," the Lord murmured, his voice thick with a dark, heavy hunger. "Every part of you."
