She tilted her slender neck, teeth barred to the stars – all in presenting her throat, where a pulse gently slid under dark red skin , marked with all the stories he helped write — her own hand cupped the coral pommel of her saber, a silent insistence that he either do as he bid , or be felled by the woman he’d scorned ——
“ what — can’t get it up ?”
“ don’t tell me — this NEVER happens to you ? ”
He sneered at her feeble attempt to get under his skin, Cade had every nerve needed to IGNITE the saber. Her pathetic life was in his grimy hands.
❝ Why do I have a feeling you would WANT me to cut you down right now? ❞
Instead of killing her, Cade had a much more APPEALING idea, his hand lowered to her top, wrapped his fingers around the middle and pulled her CLOSE to him so that their bodies TOUCHED.
❝ As you can see, I can get it up.❞