Morana's Point Of View
His lips were still so close, his breath fanning against my skin, each word laced with a dark promise that sent shivers cascading down my spine.
"I will make them regret ever touching you," he whispered, his voice low, lethal.
I swallowed hard, my body still pressed against his, every nerve in me on high alert.
"They will know pain," he continued, his lips barely brushing mine, teasing, taunting. "The kind that never fades."
A shiver ran through me, unbidden, unstoppable.
I hated that he had this effect on me.
Hated how my body betrayed me, how the heat pooling in my stomach warred with the warning screams in my head.
I should pull away. I should fight this.
But I didn't.
I couldn't.
"This, little vixen…" His voice was a slow drawl, his fingers tracing down my spine, light, agonizing, making my breath hitch. "Is only the beginning."
My eyes fluttered shut for a brief second before snapping open, meeting his dark, piercing gaze.
A beginning.
