The Demon's eyes were staring at her hungrily.
She swallowed hard.
"I do not have patience for insolence," he roared.
She reached for her right silk strap. In a flash of a second he was inches in front of her. He smelled like fire to her. The smell tickled the inside of her nostrils.
He held up both of his hands and showed them to her. They were masculine and strong yet elegant. He had long sharp nails. He placed his hands on her shoulders then let both of his hands roam over her soft, pert breasts. He watched her face grow hot at the blunt gesture.
Then she heard the shredding sound of material, and seconds later she realized it was her own night gown being torn by him. Her gaze followed his hands and watched as he ripped the thin material off her body. It softly fell to the floor around her in shreds. Her breathing was labored. She had no idea what to expect next.
