Laura
Gavin's cold fingers continued their movements, slipping behind her to undo the last piece of fabric shielding her.
As her bare skin was fully exposed to his gaze, the chill in the air made Laura's delicate arms instinctively want to wrap around her chest in modesty.
However, her arms were pinned, leaving her utterly unable to move.
His piercing, icy eyes locked onto her, scrutinizing her flawless, proud form.
How many men would be enthralled by this perfection in the future? he wondered.
The silky white of her skin stirred something dark within him, awakening the most sinister parts of his soul.
Gavin's body grew unusually excited—something that was foreign to him. He had never been a man driven by physical desires. In fact, he had always found such things rather unappeal
