"Crawl towards me, princess."
His deep voice penetrated and reverberated straight through her. Reaching so deep within Elle that she felt like her brain fritzed out at that confident and absolute command.
The pure focus he had thrown at her as he towered over there, looking down at her, had Elle unconsciously clenching her fists into the bedsheet. But the moment she saw a spark of something mischievous and seemingly taunting in his eyes, she unclenched her fists and tipped her chin up. He was challenging her. It seemed like he did not believe that she could do this. That was how she interpreted that look in his eyes.
And she did not like what she had thought his reaction would be if she did not make a move now. Surprisingly, she disliked the thought of him smirking as he told her 'He's right and that she's all just bravado' much more than doing what he was asking her to do right now.
