He held her like that for a moment, captive as the chain of the locket held taut against the nape of her neck. It dug into her skin, feeling sharp and cold enough to take her mind off of the fact that he held her close to him, in such a suggestive manner. She tried her best not to blush when she caught his eyes slipping down her face to the peak of her nightgown where a clear view of her cleavage stood. Her head held back to continue looking up at him, forgetful of what level her head was at. In the corner of her eyes, she could have sworn she saw movement at front of his expensive trousers. Her fingers, holding tight to his thighs, twitched and something dark, beyond forbidden, and unforgiving stirred within her.