Cirrus@Austlit

'Despite all the people surrounding them she still couldn’t help feeling Alek was . . . dangerous. There was so much pent-up savagery in him. She let out a shaky breath as his dark blue eyes caught hers and held.

Then his hands slid around her wrists, alive with energy, and she forgot to be afraid. It wasn’t just a touch, but a caress that left melting warmth in its wake.

'She’d heard the words before, but not spoken like this. His voice was liquid honey, lingering where others like Miklós had hurried, and imbuing each word with textured layers of additional meaning, as what had been stock phrases took on erotic promise.

“Whatever you desire, you need only ask,” he added softly at the end, as he lifted her wrist and brushed it with his lips. When her breath caught, he gave a slow smile, displaying sharp white teeth.' (Publication summary)