Althea gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest to steady herself. Gavriel’s eyes darkened as they locked on hers. His lips brushed her ear, the rough command vibrating through her. “Ride me.”
Gavriel’s grip on her hips tightened, holding her exactly where he wanted. Althea’s breath hitched, her chest brushing against his as he pulled her closer still. Her hands pressed against him, trembling, but his strength made resistance useless.
“You test me, Althea,” he murmured, his lips trailing from her cheek down to her jaw. Each brush of his mouth sent a shiver racing down her spine. “You think you can sway me with this bond?” His teeth grazed her skin, rough enough to make her gasp. “Then sway me.”
Her pulse pounded in her ears. “Gavriel…” she whispered, the word breaking
