Nyktos’s chest rose sharply against my back. “You like it,” he said, sounding a bit awed—maybe shocked. But he also sounded very interested as he drew a hand to my hip. “You like it like this.” I was trapped. Dominated. Vulnerable to his whims. And I…I more than just liked it. I felt damp desire hitting me, because it was his whims I was open to. It was he who was taking control.
Oh lordy
