I didn't utter another sound. Neither did he.
The air in the room was so thick with the smell of my perfume, his sweat, and the primal scent of sheer, unadulterated lust that I felt dizzy. The silence was a drumbeat, my own heart hammering a chaotic rhythm against my ribs.
I stood before him, naked save for the tiny scrap of red lace, arms hanging loosely at my sides, my whole posture screaming defiance. My eyes were locked on his...challenging, waiting, daring him to take the final, irreversible step.
The savage hunger glinting in the dark depths of his gaze was a physical thing. It moved over me like a hot velvet glove, making every nerve ending sing. I could see the battle raging in his mind...the deep seated loyalty to my father, the years of suppressing this very desire, fighting
