The atmosphere was charged with electricity as both of them stared into each other's eyes, battling against desires and rationality.
Nicholas gulped, feeling her soft breasts pressed against him. She was dressed in flimsy robes made for sleeping, and he couldn't help but notice how thin the strings holding them together were. He could easily rip it off just by using a little bit of force.
He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't want to force her into it; the thought that he was even thinking like that surprised him.
He had always liked taking things by force, and that had been his intention when he decided to come and see her.
Ever since he saw the new bride of his brother, he couldn't describe it, but she had awakened a feeling of possessiveness within him. He had just set his eyes on her, but he wanted her…he wanted her for himself.