The highway stretched outside the tinted windows in a dark, endless blur.
Inside the sleek leather interior of the car, silence reigned.
Except for her.
Seleyena sat beside him, her shoulders tense, her chin dipped low.
Her lashes fluttered over downcast eyes. Her lips parted, drawing in shaky, uneven breaths.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic pulls. Beneath her skirt, her thighs pressed firmly together, trembling slightly as she tried to contain the wet, throbbing ache pooling between her legs.
Cruxius sat completely relaxed. His arm was draped around her back, mirroring a lover's casual embrace.
But his hand roaming her front was far from tender.
It was a claim.
