Oryn's POV
She shut the door almost noiselessly, and stood facing me, with her hand on the door knob. Like an angel in the night, her brightness illuminated the room, making me more aware of her commanding presence.
Pinpoints of glitters danced on her skin, trapped from the yellow and red tongues of fire fluttering on the oil lamp sitting on the mahogany table. Her enchanting cleavage, rising and falling with every breath she took dried up the moisture in my throat, as I blinked away rapidly to settle my gaze momentarily on the elongated shadow of her petite frame leaning against the closed door.
She tucked few strands of hair behind her ear, dropping her gaze to the ground. I leaned back on the head board, focusing on her slender figure. The garment was made just for her. The beast i
