Oh gods,
That was the only coherent thought I could form. Because the man above me, the one I'd thought I understood, the one who teased and flirted and maintained careful control... looked absolutely insane.
His pupils had dilated until only a ring of glowing blue remained. His breathing had gone heavy, controlled but clearly taking effort. And the way he was looking at me suggested he was about to either destroy me or worship me, possibly both simultaneously.
Before I could formulate any kind of response, before I could attempt to negotiate or protest or do anything remotely intelligent, he moved.
One-handed... still pinning my wrists above my head with his other hand, he gripped the neckline of my shift and pulled.
The fabric ripped with a sound that seemed impossibly loud in the quiet forest, tearing apart to expose my breasts and stomach to the cool air and his absolutely scorching gaze.
