At his throaty command, Anastasia immediately leaned forward. However, he tightened his hold, keeping her scant inches from his lips. She glanced up from his mouth, the heated look in his eyes scorching her to the marrow. Slowly, he tipped his head to the side, closing the distance between them. His breath warmed her lips. The scent of him, dark and spicy, curled around her, overpowering the metallic scent of the bars. The tips of her n*****s peaked, hardening painfully. Every inch of her cried out for him to kiss her, to claim her.
Right now, she could only pray to the Goddess that he'd listen. For she didn't care if Luthur beat her within an inch of her life, for once she wanted to feel passion, feel desired, feel alive. Slowly, her tongue slid between her lips, wetting them. His eyes
