I should have demanded he remove his own clothes. But I didn’t. Something about his commanding tone made lust race through my veins. I was torn between defiance and desire. One of us had to surrender, and I realized in the Death Temple, it had to be me. I reached up and untied the back of my dress, then slowly tugged it down my shoulders. His dark gaze devoured every inch of skin I revealed, until the fabric slid below my breasts, freeing them. Then it continued down my hips and my thighs, before pooling at my feet. I stepped out of the dress and the rest of my underthings and stood before him completely naked.
Surprisingly, it didn't embarrass me. The thought of standing naked before him excited me. Made me feel powerful even. Especially when he looked at me like the sight of my flesh wa
