No Escape From Them
With an inescapable grip, he effortlessly pulled my trembling body backward, slamming me flush against his hard, commanding frame.
"Ho fatto una domanda, principessa..." (I asked a question, princess) Velarius murmured against my ear, his deep voice dripping with a terrifying, heavy dominance.
He leaned down, completely ignoring my stiff posture as he buried his face deeply into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent with a deep, slow, possessive breath. Panic instantly ripped through my entire body. I fought wildly against his hold, my small hands frantically trying to pry his tattooed fingers off my waist.