Delilah's Pov

His breath was hot against my ear. His body pressed hard against my back, trapping me between him and the cold wall. My hands were pinned behind me, held easily in one of his large palms.

"Malric..." My voice came out soft, shaky.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," he growled, his chest rumbling against me.

My heart pounded violently. I could feel every inch of him pressed into me - the hard planes of his chest, his heat, his strength. My breath hitched when his free hand slid slowly from my waist, brushing down to my hip, gripping it possessively.

"Do you know," he...