Freya's POV

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice dark and rough with barely restrained desire.

I obeyed, rising on trembling thighs, knees weak, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to come out of my chest. My body felt foreign, liquid, like it no longer belonged to me. Every nerve ending was screaming, raw and oversensitive from the way he’d already touched me, tasted me, denied me.

He didn’t give me time to think.

“Take off your dress and leave nothing on," he growled, eyes blazing as they raked over my body, drinking in every inch of my exposed skin. “I want to see that gorgeous full body of...