The Dramok slid his hand around Dani’s throat, letting her feel his authoritative grip on the slender column. Her mouth went slack, her face softened. Was it fear or desire that greeted his control? Gelan leaned close to whisper in her ear. “You are mine. This body is mine. I will do with it as I please, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
She moaned gently, as lovely a sigh as a man could hope for. “Yes, Dramok Gelan.” No tremor marred the words, and he felt her pulse leap in her throat. Despite the coolness of the room, she had a light sheen of perspiration.
Definitely desire.
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