One tormenting impression did not leave him: that those broad- boned reddish hands with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt sleeves, those hands which he loved and hated, held him in their power.
Her gaze fell to the fetters at her wrists and ankles.
She traced the bruises around her wrists from the bindings.
He released one of her wrists and leaned over, slapping it, before returning to the warm body beneath him.
His solid, warm body atop hers immobilized her and he pinned her wrists to the bed, silver eyes blazing and elongated fangs resting on his full lower lip.