It was a shock to his flesh, burning and flushed from the feverous desire coursing through his veins. Without lifting his head, he looked at Jaienna. She knelt before him, naked and nubile. The long silky curtain of her hair fell over her shoulders in a cascade of wild copper waves, hiding the expression on her face. He wished he could see her eyes. He would know what she was thinking, feeling, if he could gaze into their clear green depths. Instead, he had to guess what was going through her head as she locked the manacle around his right wrist. Jezu, what was he doing? A cold metal chink told him his left wrist was now also locked in steel, and without moving his gaze from the woman kneeling before him, he gave the chains a gentle tug. It had been a long time since they’d been put to use. He pulled in a long breath, feeling his blood surge through his body. He shot a quick look at his wrists. Chained. Contained. Controlled. He’d never been more vulnerable. Or scared. Or excited. His control of the beast licking through his veins was becoming shakier.
