A room stretches around me--vast, regal, and wrong. The walls seem to breathe, dark shadows creeping like veins across them and a thousand candles gutter with flame.
There, at the center of the boudoir is a bed of dark silk spilling over the sides.
I feel his gaze before I see him. Immense. Ancient. Sexual.
Something about being here makes me want to run my fingers along my skin, into my hair and arch my back. My fingers twitch with an irresistible urge to reach for my clothes and rip them to shreds. Climb into that bed and let the otherworldly being sitting on it wrap those chains around me and pull my legs apart.
Something...everything is wrong with this place.
