She curled her tongue around the silver rings and tugged. It was as if she´d unleashed a wild animal. With that one simple movement, Jean-Baptiste´s face went from a sensual hunger to a mask of fierce,feline possessivness. He glared at her. Snarled at her. Sweat broke on his brow, his eyes flashed burnt gold and he looked ready to attack. Maybe she should´ve been scared. Or at least, cautious. But when she eased her tongue from the rings, she grinned.
"Lie back," he growled at her. "Now.

Autor: Laura Wright