Zayden seized her face in his hands, capturing her lips with his. He kissed her as if he were a dying man who had just tasted life anew. She moaned and groaned, but his intensity was overwhelming. Too powerful. Too dominant.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her back into the dimly lit room. In a fervent rush, he tore off his beige shirt, and for a fleeting moment, her gaze was drawn to the intricate Lichtenberg figure etched across his skin. But before she could linger on the sight, he pounced upon her once more. Zayden hovered over her heart, the erratic beating of her pulse mirroring his own.
"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" His voice was a low growl, and the intensity in his eyes made her crumble beneath his gaze.
"You asked me to seduce you." She responded, her bravado still intact, though her voice trembled with desire. She wanted him—oh, how she wanted him!
