Chapter 38

• “You will do as I say,” said Travis confident, then he leaned over so he could whisper in her ear, his palm still squeezing gently, “Because you're mine, Freya. No one else's… Mine. You've always been.”
• She moaned as expert fingers toyed with the prominent buds of her nipples, an unbearable spasm of excitement seizing hold of her.
• “Why should you be able to fight this when I can’t?” he demanded roughly, a husky, masculine growl of arousal in his drawl.