"Fear me," he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against the soft thicket of curls at the nape of her neck. She was already shaking; both in fear and anger. Sweat welled up at her temples. He licked her cold cheek where the flush from their earlier kiss had fled. She barely repressed her flinch. "Hate me, so be it. Love me. Give me your will. I am yours and you are mine."