~Elvira~
The fire in the hearth crackled, casting orange light over Gabriel’s skin as he stood there watching me…his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.
The air was thick with the scent of pine and rain, making me feel lightheaded.
I could feel the silk of the red gown clinging to my shaved skin, a reminder of why I was here.
He moved toward me.
When he finally stood in front of me… he reached out, hesitating for a second before his fingers tangled deep in my hair.
He tilted my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes.
"You look beautiful in red, Elvira," he said rubbing his thumb moving gently along my jawline.
"But you look even better when you admit how much you want me."
I wanted to fight him!
I wanted to tell him that I hated him for forcing this arrangement on me
