Scent

Elle could not believe the look she was seeing in his eyes. She was quite sure it was possessiveness that she is seeing. And the feelings conveyed were so intense and so raw she that could not even convince herself to believe that they were not real. But… why? Why would he be acting like this over her? As though he was… jealous? She almost laughed out loud from the thought. But looking back at his eyes, the urge died in her throat, rendering her silent.

Her heartbeats then thudded even harder within her chest. Confusion and wonder and shock were rushing through her as her eyes trailed back to trace his unbearably gorgeous face and spellbinding grey eyes.

"Tell me Izabelle…" came his sultry yet heart-shivering dark voice. "How is it that his scent is… all over you like this? What kind of activity did both of you share that allowed his scent to be transferred to this extent?" Though his tone was calm, Elle detected a dangerous hint within it.