When his enormous hand slid up to rest on the front of my neck, practically enclosing it, I drew in a short gasp. He didn't make me feel threatened in the slightest, which was a pleasant surprise. As I realized how helpless I was in his grasp and how much control he had over me, though, desire filled my system instead. His authoritative but tender touch sent shivers down my spine, and sweat clung to my thighs.

My heart sprang as his touch traced the path of my frail artery. I let out a deep sigh and was only vaguely aware of its pleasurable nature. Suddenly, I was a lot...