Warning RAted PG+18
A slight smile touched his lips. "Does my presence agitate you, darling?"
The look in his eyes was smouldering. A rush of heat flushed her, right down to her pinky toe, and her pulse sped back up. She was agitated all right, but not in that way. She tried to keep calm, even knowing it was futile. He could read her body and knew exactly what effect he had on her.
"Agitated?" Blanca repeated, sliding her closet door open. "No, of course not."
She grabbed a fresh change of clothes and a towel to dry herself off. She was still dripping from her unintended swim in the ocean. Dimitri just stood there, a silent menace. She wondered if he was going to stand there the whole time and watch her strip out of her soggy clothes.
"I've seen every part of you, touched every part, tasted every part."