ARES' POV
The scariest part wasn’t that Little Leister was doing something to me.
It was that whatever it was, I wasn’t ready to rebel against it.
Hell, a dark, forbidden part of me was curious...curious to see just how far he would go, and how far I would let him.
The soft, slow hum of the romantic song washed over the hall like a spell. Everyone else seemed to fade into shadows as Little Leister and I moved together, syncing to the slow, sensual rhythm. His slender waist brushed against my palm, sending unwanted shivers up my spine. His body fit against mine too perfectly.
I could feel his heartbeat, fast and fluttering, through the thin material of his ridiculous gown.
He lifted his gaze...those stormy-grey eyes locking with mine, searching, questioning, trembling with an emotion
