Her mind screamed safe, but her heart refused to follow its lead and simmer. With every ribbon Silas pulled behind her back, it sank a little lower in her chest, pushing every other organ on its path down along.
The hairs on her body merely reacted to the storm of high running emotions that tackled the rest of her senses.
The temperature around them was not low by any means, but the nerve endings in her told her it was time to wrap those hands over her arms and beg for some warmth.
Even though her eyes were glued to the floor, there was no escaping her pathetic reflection. The dress would have soon come off and exposed her filthy body again. Every soiled inch of it, every curve, every shade.
Her lungs ached for more air just to placate that red pump that battered its cage from all sides.
But no matter how much of it she syphoned in, her heart demanded more and more, rendering her gaze hazy.
