THIRD PERSON POV
Selene moved through the heavy iron door, her heels clicking against polished stone, into the place Alexander called The Black Chamber. She came as he preferred—completely naked, stripped of fabric, stripped of pretense. Only heels adorned her feet, beads that adorned her waist, wrist and ankles, her black pouring long hair, the sharp sound echoing her submission as her body gleamed in the low light.
Alexander’s gaze devoured her the moment she entered. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He set aside his whiskey and rose, prowling toward her like a predator who’d been waiting all night. His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face up before his mouth crashed against hers—hot, demanding, claiming. His tongue plundered, his teeth tugged at her lips until she whimpered into h
