Christine Feehan Quote

You're not listening. Savannah squirmed, trying to get out from under him. You're trying to seduce me. She said it indignantly.He lifted his head, pale eyes roaming possessively over her beautiful freatures. Yes,I am. Is it working? His voice-a low, teasing caress-disarmed her where denial would not have. His hand was spanning her throat, his thumb brushing tenderly along her neck, sending flames licking along her skin.She was smiling at his words in spite of every effort not to. No, it isn't working at all, she lied. She couldn't look at him without wanting him. Her pulse was racing beneath the pad of his thumb. Her skin was hot satin, inviting his touch, inviting further exploration. There was conflict in her mind, fear uppermost, but there was also desire. Gregori focused on that, fed that spark of need with his own.He touched his mouth to the corner of hers, brushed a velvet-soft whisper across her lips, and felt her heart jump wildly in response. Are you certain? I have learned much over the centuries. There is an art to making love. It was blatant sorcery now, all-out seduction.