SAMANTHA
Jaecar was on top of me. Kissing me as he’d done hours ago. His gold body glistening in the firelight. His long adept fingers expertly winding through the laces of my dress. Freeing my body to his penetrating view.
He took in the sight emotionlessly. His expression as unreadable as always. He said nothing. Merely taking in the sight of me in his usual quiet way.
What was he thinking?
Lifting my skirts in his rush to get to my center.
His fingers bit into my thighs as he forced them apart. Dropping his hips between so I could feel the rigid hardness that I’d sensed earlier when he’d kissed me. Though I couldn’t see it, I’d had a mental vision of what it might look like.
Something to be feared.
Something that meant he could claim me. Penetrate me and eventually he could
