The pink-gold aura flared behind him like a slow explosion, tendrils of heat snapping through the air like dragon's breath uncoiling. It licked over her skin, brushing her inner thighs, her belly, her throat. And beneath her, she felt the air crackling—like something ancient had stirred and was watching.
He wasn't just aroused. He was awakening.
And she had asked for it.
Pyris lifted her off the minibar with impossible ease and stepped forward, pinning her softly against the cold glass wall.
Her dress slid further down, baring her entirely above the waist. The city lights from the skyline behind her cast her body in silver and black shadows, and Pyris devoured the sight of her—the smoothness of her skin, the hunger in her eyes, the way her lips trembled under control.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, but his voice wasn't gentle.
It was a final warning.
She answered by tilting her head and baring her neck—an open throat, offered freely.
