"Don't speak," I said in a low voice. "Just feel."
I pushed her gently until she fell back onto the plush duvet, her brown hair fanning out like a halo against the white sheets. She looked up at me with wide and dark eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and trust that made my chest ache.
The way her lashes fluttered, the slight part of her lips… it was all I could do not to devour her right then.
The moonlight streaming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows bathed her in a silver glow, turning the deep red of her dress into a pool of shadow.
It clung to her curves like a second skin, hinting at the treasures beneath, and I felt a wave of possessiveness deep inside me.
She was a vision… a queen… my queen.
And tonight, I would claim her in ways that went beyond words or vows.
I crawled over her, bracing my hands on either side of her head, caging her in. I wanted her to know, in no uncertain terms, that there was no escape, not that she wanted one.
