While standing on the sun deck at sunset, Silas pours champagne for Clara, sliding his hands down her hips in a tempting, sensory embrace.

His broad, warm palms moved slowly down the curves of her sides, pressing gently against her smooth silk skin. Clara let out a soft, shuddering gasp as his touch sent electric sparks racing straight to her core. She tilted her head back, her dark eyes locking onto Silas's bright, burning gaze under the deep orange glow of the tropical twilight.

"You look so beautiful out here, my queen," Silas whispered in a low, rich tone that vibrated straight through her chest. "Away from the cold noise...