"Lift your ass." Kael ordered in a cold voice.
Emira shivered at the soft order, the words brushing against her skin like a phantom caress, yet carrying a weight that made her pulse skip. She could not resist, no matter how her pride screamed, no matter how her mind whispered of humiliation. Her body betrayed her.
Slowly, almost trembling, she moved her knees forward, lifting herself just as he demanded. The heat of her shame burned her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, mortified by her own compliance. And yet, even as she tried to sink into denial, her body was already melting under his touch, softening like wax beneath fire.
She had convinced herself these past five days that her responses were nothing but the cruel trick of her own heat, a temporary weakness of flesh. But tonight, as the minutes stretched and his hand moved with devastating patience over her flesh, she felt a fire far stronger than the pull of instinct.
