Like a wave beginning at her ankle, which was still firmly held in the hyena male's hand, goosebumps spread across Mirabelle's entire body.
A tingling followed, spreading beneath her skin. Pleasant. Unbearable.
Kaelith saw exactly what he was doing to her. A dangerous glint entered his eyes.
As though trying to soothe her skin, his hand glided up her leg.
How convenient that Mirabelle's dress had such a long slit that it granted him access to absolutely everything.
Unfortunately for her.
The hyena looked at her with such hunger that she wanted nothing more than to disappear beneath the bedcovers.
Yet the farther Kaelith leaned over her, the harder it became to look away. Her gaze kept drifting to the shifting muscles beneath his skin.
Dark markings covered much of his upper body.
They twisted across his shoulders, chest, and arms in intricate patterns that clearly meant something.
Mirabelle had no idea what.
