"Not yet," Alistair purred cruelly, releasing Selene's wrists only to grip the hem of her thin night undergarments. With a single ruthless tug, he ripped the flimsy garment in two, baring Selene's lush curves to his hungry gaze.
"Much better," Alistair murmured approvingly as he drank in the sight of her naked body splayed out before him like an offering.
His hands roamed over every inch of exposed skin, caressing and teasing until Selene was trembling with need.
Alistair dipped his head to capture one rosy nipple between his lips, suckling greedily as his fingers plucked at its twin.
Selene cried out sharply at the dual sensations, arching into his touch with abandon.
"Yes...oh God yes."
Alistair's gaze lingered on her like a predator savoring its meal before the first bite.
Not hunger.
Possession.
Selene's breath hitched as she felt his attention press against her skin like invisible fingers.
