Selene's heart raced as Alistair's icy fingers closed around her wrists, his ancient power radiating from him like a palpable force.
She knew better than to resist. He could snap her neck with a flick of his wrist.
He guided her backward onto the plush bed, the silken sheets caressing her skin as she settled against them.
Selene gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of his lean, muscular form beneath his clothes, silhouetted by flickering candlelight.
Alistair loomed over her like a dark god, his piercing gaze boring into hers with an intensity that made her squirm.
"You expect ropes and chains," he purred, trailing one finger along the curve of her jawline. "To be bound and broken."
His hand slid lower, ghosting over the swell of her breasts before coming to rest on the flat plane of her stomach.
Selene gasped at the contact, muscles clenching instinctively beneath his touch.
