Elisiah carried Liz into his room. His room was bigger than hers. The bed was a gigantic, four poster, plush bed. Cabinets, drawers and bookshelves lined the walls with two large windows and sofas. The bath tub near the fire was again big and luxurious. He placed her gently on his bed as he lit the fire and began to heat water for the bath. She watched in silence as he completed such a domestic task, his muscle bunched with every movement. She wondered why he had brought her here instead of her own room and why he was making the bath, when he had shouted at Cassy for her allowing her to do the same thing.
Once he had done he stalked towards her and pulled at the strings of her corset. It fell onto the bed and Elisiah let out an appreciative growl. His eyes roamed hungrily over her breast
