Reaching the bedroom, Darius turns to her. Something in his demeanor told her that it wasn't Darius, but rather his Dragon looking at her. There was a smoldering in his eyes that made her shiver, but not with fear, rather with an anticipation of what is to come.
"Well my beautiful mate, I think it is time that we too get to know each other a little better. What do you say about getting this dress of you?"
Before Sheara had the time to answer, she was pinned against the wall and his mouth was on hers, hard and demanding entry. With a soft gasp from the shock, her mouth opened, and his tongue did not hesitate a second before it was sweeping in. Gone was his usual tenderness, this time he was claiming her mouth, not giving a moment of hesitation. Her knees grew weak, she could barely stand.
