"So you are just going to watch or…..?" He asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that slithered into her ears like molten silk, dripping with that cocky, teasing arrogance that made her thighs clench involuntarily.
The air in the room thickened, charged with the electric promise of sin, as his words hung there, challenging her, daring her to surrender to the storm brewing between them.
Flora didn't look at him, instead looking the other way around, trying to demean the sexual authority he was trying to place upon her.
She averted her gaze to the dimly lit corners of the lavish chamber, where shadows played across the ornate tapestries of victorious battles, each thread a whisper of dominance that echoed the war waging inside her.
Her pulse thundered in her veins, a frantic drumbeat matching the ache building low in her belly, as she desperately clung to her defiance, refusing to let his magnetic pull drag her under.
