His molten gold eyes locked mine. Something was sweltering within as if a prelude to the unavoidable crisis. I knew now that I had made him furious even if I had had no intention. Perhaps I should have known better. His kind is different and anything can ignite them. As he stepped toward me, I stepped away from him. I wanted to run, but it was as if his incandescent eyes had somehow paralysed me. His power was crushing me, yet I couldn't move my eyes away. That was when his arms caught me and held me tight. I melted inside. Whatever was left of my strength dissolved. He took his square jaws to my neck and I thought he was going to tear it.

'You're mine,' he said instead.