The room seemed too hot despite the season as he leaned forward to me, forcing my back to press to the wall.
“Hades, back off,” I whispered, but my voice trembled.
He sniffed,slowly, deliberately, his mouth dangerously close to my neck, and then his hand slid up, gripping my waist with a firm possessiveness that stole my breath. I gasped when his fingers slipped beneath my skirt, the fabric glid...