A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure possession. In one fluid, shockingly effortless motion, he scooped me into his arms, cradling me against the solid wall of his chest. I gasped, instinctively looping my arms around his neck, my body humming with a fresh, dizzying wave of desire. He was carrying me. The sheer physicality of it, the unthinking strength, made my head spin.
He didn’t rush. His strides were deliberate, each one a promise as he carried me out of the living room, down a dimly lit hallway. The only sound was our breathing and the soft tread of his feet on the polished floor. He shouldered open a heavy door, and we were in his bedroom. It was vast, dominated by a massive bed with four dark, sturdy posts reaching toward the ceiling.
He laid me down in the center of
