As Darius advanced, the water sloshed with a heavy sway against the polished marble.
There was something utterly transfixing about his gaze. It was a deep, predatory hunger that bared his primal nature. He moved with the slowness of a beast that knew its prey was cornered, willing, and his for the taking.
I leaned back against the smooth, sloped back of the tub, my hands gripping the edge as the water lapped against my collarbones. A sharp, delicious tingle of pure anticipation rushed from the center of my chest all the way down to my toes. My skin felt hyper-sensitive, each rising bead of sweat and making me shiver despite the heat of the bath. I simply awaited his touch, my wide eyes tracking the flex of his broad shoulders and the thick columns of his chest as the distance between us
