ROWANNE’S POV.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
His eyes darkened, and then he said the word that sent my entire world spiralling. “Kneel.”
My lips parted, shock surging through me. “Eli?”
His silence was louder than words, his gaze holding me captive. It was a command.
And I didn’t know what it was, the heat pooling low in my stomach, the electric thrill of curiosity, or the suffocating weight of his dominance but my knees buckled. Slowly, almost unconsciously, I sank to the floor.
The tension in the air crackled like a live wire as he tilted his head, his gaze raking over me like a predator assessing its prey. Hunger burned in his eyes, but there was something else, too. Satisfaction.
“You listen well,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver racing down my spine
