"But still, I want to thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, laced with the gratitude I'd been holding back.
"You want to thank me?" Lily echoed, her lips curling into a predatory smirk. She rose from her seat with deliberate grace, her alpha presence filling the room like a storm cloud. She sauntered toward me, hips swaying, until she loomed over my chair.
Her hands gripped the armrests on either side, caging me in. Heat radiated from her body, her scent—rich, musky, and intoxicatingly dominant—washing over me. I felt my cheeks burn as I averted my eyes, staring at the floor to escape the pull of her gaze.
She wasn't having it. Her fingers caught my jaw in a firm pinch, tilting my face up to meet her eyes—those piercing amber depths that promised both salvation and ruin.
"Look at me," she murmured, her breath hot against my skin.
