With each step Reylan took, Christina's heartbeat echoed louder in her ears. She felt an urge to flee, but her feet seemed glued to the floor. Reylan, however, moved as if he was born for this moment, seizing the opportunity that fate had thrown his way.
"Turn around," he ordered, his voice a hushed, sultry murmur. Christina complied with a hesitant nod. As she turned, her eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror. He faintly smirked, sensing her gaze, leaving her to wonder if he was teasing her. No, this infuriating man was shamelessly seducing her!
Reylan's fingers brushed against the soft strands of her hair, guiding them over her shoulder. They then traced a tantalizing path down her neck, igniting a trail of goosebumps. Her heart hammered in her chest when his fingers found the concealed zipper of her dress and began to pull it down. His pace was maddeningly slow, that Christina bit her lower lip, holding back the urge to shout at him to hurry up.
