His smile was a blade. “Good.”
In one sharp movement, he tore the thin shift from her body. The linen gave way without a fight, shredding in his hands to fall in tattered scraps at her feet. The cool air of the chamber rushed over her naked skin, pebbling her n*****s into tight, aching points. She stood utterly bare before him, pinned between the bedpost and his overwhelming presence.
His dark eyes raked over her, a slow, scorching inspection that left her feeling more exposed than if he’d touched her. “Mine to see. Mine to taste.” His voice was a low, possessive growl that vibrated in the space between them. He didn’t move, just let his gaze worship and claim every inch of her—the flush spreading across her chest, the delicate quiver in her thighs, the dark, wet evidence of her desire a
