With both of her hands restrained by his grip, she finally looked up at his face. Her cheeks immediately flared into a furious blush at the sight of his handsome face.
Yet a breathy moan still slipped from her lips, and a suddenly debauched look settled over her expression as she struggled to wrench her arms free, but Elion's grip remained firm.
"Let me touch it," she said softly, giving his shaft an intense look. "Or else I'll scream."
Her voice was unreasonably calm, utterly unlike that of the meek girl Elion had come to know over the past two days.
Elion raised a brow.
'She's actually threatening me?'
"You're the one who came into my tent wearing..." His eyes traveled down her body and over the gown that concealed practically nothing. "Whatever this is. It's quite obvious that you intended to seduce me, you little vixen. Who do you think the others will believe?"
Nora bit her lower lip and squirmed above him.
