Alistair didn't speak.
That somehow made it worse.
Selene swallowed.
She could feel her pulse in her throat. This wasn't fear—no, not entirely. It was something twisted, complicated. Anticipation mixed with dread. The kind that made her hyperaware of every breath, every inch of her skin.
Selene was a virgin—clueless when it came to pleasing a man. That, perhaps, was exactly why Alistair found her amusing.
There was something dangerously tempting about innocence: the way she hesitated, the way her fingers trembled when she touched anything unfamiliar.
He wanted to see what those untouched hands would do when guided by curiosity rather than fear.
It would be her first time trying to please someone.
And for Alistair, that was… refreshing.
Not another practiced seductress.
Not another predictable affair.
Not the usual games of control and dominance he'd grown bored of lately.
