Without warning, Soren's hands shifted. He gripped her waist firmly, and in one smooth, powerful motion, he lifted her and spun her around. Eris gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance as he set her down on the edge of her massive new mahogany desk.
"Soren! What are you—"
He didn't answer with words. He stepped between her legs, his blue eyes glowing with a faint, predatory light. He placed his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into the silk of her gown, pulling her flush against him.
He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was slow, thorough, and devastatingly confident.
Eris felt the world tilt. She broke the kiss after a moment, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "I can barely walk, Soren. My legs are like jelly. Get away from me."
He didn't move. Instead, he leaned in and nipped at her lower lip, a low growl vibrating in his chest. "I'll be gentle," he promised, his voice a husky rasp.
