Little Mate

Aldric lifted his hand, his claws flickering out, causing her heart to skip a beat. With a fiendish smile, Aldric rip her dress with his sharp claws in two. Islinda gasped at the gesture yet did nothing. Then he tore everything apart until she was naked and exposed before him.

The cool night air brushed against her bare skin, heightening her awareness of every sensation. Aldric's gaze roamed over her body, a possessive gleam in his eyes as he took her in. Islinda's breath hitched, what should have been fear racing through her veins was instead replaced by excitement. 

"You are mine," Aldric growled, his voice low and commanding. His hand reached out to graze her pebbled nipple, sending shivers down her spine.