The walls are empty of shadows as Dane reaches down and grabs my inner thigh, the other hand pushing under my pillow and snatching my throat. Firm, yet gentle—enough to show he can dominate me without even trying. My erratic pulse is thudding against his palm. His fingers dig into my flesh as he dips his face to the space between my shoulder and neck. “Do that again,” he orders quietly through gritted teeth.
