“They’re lucky I’m not tearing you out of this dress and bending you over that fucking throne right now, Saeris,” he growled. Gods. My blood pounded in my ears. “You wouldn’t dare.” He looked at me, smile turning into something far more serious. His eyelids lowered, a lazy hunger suddenly lurking in his eyes. “You’re right,” he agreed. “I wouldn’t want to ruin the dress.”
