I stopped a few feet from the bed, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin, close enough that her scent, honey and something smokier, wrapped around me like a second presence.
Reina's eyes never left mine. Her tail swept across the silks, slow and languid, and I watched her posture shift. She wasn't lounging anymore. She was presenting. Knees together, shoulders back, chin tilted slightly up to expose the line of her throat.
Submission.
But not the fearful kind. The eager kind.
"You're not going to attack me," I said, and this one definitely wasn't a question.
Her lips parted, and a soft, breathy laugh escaped her.
