Selene POV

“Yours,” I agreed. “Always yours.”

Something shifted in his eyes. The gold deepening. Darkening with want.

His claws extended slowly. It looked sharp and deadly.

He grabbed the fabric of my dress and pulled gently at first as if tasting the fabric.

Then he tore it off my body.

The sound of ripping cloth filled the room. The dress fell away in shreds until I was bare beneath him.

Cool air kissed my skin, making me shiver.

His eyes traveled over me. Slow and deliberate, ...