She let out a choked moan as Rex's hand slid upward, his fingers tracing the line of her ribs with a pressure that was both agonizing and electrifying. She tried to buck against him, to throw him off, to reclaim her dignity with one last surge of strength.
SLAP!
He caught her mid-struggle, a sharp, stinging slap to her thigh that made her legs tremble violently.
"Stay still," he hissed, his eyes glowing with a dark, hungry light. "The feast hasn't even begun."
"We are merely preparing the table."
He leaned in, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from hers, letting her feel the heat of his desire, the sheer, unadulterated lust that was radiating off him like a furnace. He was teasing her, breaking her down piece by piece, ensuring that by the time he finally took her, there would be nothing left of the warrior, only the woman, broken and begging for the very thing she feared most.
