The words hung in Isadora's throat, her lips parted as she stared wide-eyed at the impossible.
What does he intend to do?
But seven gods! He was right! The sight of him kneeling… was pleasing. Knowing that such a powerful Fae would fall to his knees for her.
It shouldn't spark a fire in her, but it did.
Kraven eyes descended, hungry orbs relishing in the view of her; pink, glistening. A snarl ripped from his throat, his body going rigid and his mind going blank for a split second.
"Every inch of you is perfection…" he purred, staring at the wonder before him. "Just look at you, love, spread divinely before me, and mine."
Her breath hitched at his words, the intensity of it almost caused her to fall off if not for his grip and hers against the glass.
His words were raw, true, and possessive.
"You're already shaking, and I haven't even started yet." He chuckled and the sound of it vibrated through her core.
