Marcel's grip on her neck eased yet he didn't take his hand off her throat entirely. His large palm still rested around her delicate throat, making her very aware that he could snap her neck in the blink of an eye.
The both of them heaved and Arianna dared to look up only for their gaze to connect. She released a shaky breath because the fire in his eyes had died to glowing embers and they were smoldering. Her lips parted unconsciously and his gaze flickered down to it, staring at her full lips with the impurest of thoughts. She could see it in his eyes.
Arianna's breath thickened when she noticed the physical anger Marcel felt earlier had turned into a physical hunger. - a hunger she too desired.
Suddenly, his grip on her neck turned sexual as his finger trailed down her neck, caressing her collar bone and watching the soft rise and fall of her chest with fascination.
