The woman’s words were like the mist surrounding them—light, drifting, and impossible to pin down.
Selena’s pupils remained unfocused. She simply knew there was a man beneath her, and so her gaze followed the tilt of her head. But to Caius, being watched by those sightless eyes felt as though every drop of blood in his body was rushing toward a single point. She couldn't see him, yet her "gaze" was more intoxicating than any visual stare.
Her slender fingers moved along the lines of his body, tracing the map of a territory she intended to conquer. Caius swallowed hard, his breathing turning into a ragged staccato. The rise and fall of his chest was far more violent than her touch—a chaotic rhythm of suppressed desire and raw adrenaline.
He wanted to seize her, to crush her into his embr
