Alicia watched him holding two things in his hands. A handcuff and a sleeping eye mask.
The smile on his face was gone now and what replaced it was an authoritative, domineering look that somehow surprisingly made him exude another kind of savagely dangerous sexiness as he stood there completely naked and heavily aroused as he watched her like she was a delicacy he was about to feast on for the rest of the night.
The light from the single candle that was glowing softly only heightened the sensuality in the small cabin. And yes… Ezekiel in candlelight looked like the god of darkness and she, the pagan sacrifice that was offered up for him.
When he moved, the sound of the handcuff's metal chains clanged together as it echoed while he moved.
Her gaze was fixed on the cuffs.
"Are you scared?" he asked her quietly.
