A gust of wind cut between us as I slid out of my grey coat, never once breaking eye contact with Ravić. He stepped forward. Not to stop me, but to take the coat from my hands, draping it over his arm with reverent ease. Like he was accepting an offering.
The cold had no effect on me. Not anymore. But his gaze did.
Burning down my skin. Heavy and possessive. Like he knew exactly what I was about to do.
I slipped one strap of my dress down my shoulder, baring a slice of skin to the night air. Making me look more like a prey. Like a helpless victim. Less of a threat, more of a lure.
I dared him stop me. But he didn't.
No, instead, I watched the way his nostrils flared. The faintest rumble tightening his chest. Those red eyes locked onto mine. Dark and ravenous, as if he was struggling to decide which hunger he wanted to indulge in first.
His jaw ticked like he was holding himself back from dragging me back into the shadows and have his way with me. Right then and there.
