He stood up, his body a magnificent, powerful silhouette against the soft light of the room. He looked down at her, his golden eyes dark with a fierce, possessive lust.
She was a beautiful, debauched mess, her body a testament to the raw, primal passion that burned between them.
But the fire in his gaze had not been extinguished by his release; it had merely been banked, now glowing with a renewed, hungry intensity.
Astra remained on her knees, her body still trembling, her gaze fixed on him with a look of utter, worshipful adoration.
The thin, pearly trail of his seed on her chin was a badge of honor, a sticky, glistening brand of his ownership that she wore with pride.
She was his, completely and utterly, and the knowledge filled her with a profound, bone-deep satisfaction.
"On the bed," he commanded, his voice a low, firm rumble that was a final, ultimate command. "On your back."
