Torso (2)

In the darkness, I simply buried my face against Kaelan's chest and surrendered myself to its warmth.

This body was now nothing more than his doll, and without his touch, I couldn't do anything.

Suddenly, his hand began slowly stroking my back.

It felt as though his possessiveness reached beyond his fingertips, becoming something I could feel as well.

Perhaps because one vital sense—sight—was gone, touch felt overwhelmingly intense.

Each time his fingertips slid along my spine, I gasped and recoiled.

“Can't sleep, Aria?”

His voice rumbled low.

His breath brushed my ear, but I had neither the strength nor the will left to answer.

Warmth was swallowing me, but deep in my mind, a faint resistance stirred...