The entire time he kept her stare, as if challenging her. He stood proud and elegant, his body chiseled and daunting, his form appearing as if carved by Michelangelo himself. He was erect, his pupils blown wide—she could almost feel his lust like a current of electricity between them. She saw his hands flexing into fists, still restrained by the cuffs, as if he were barely able to contain himself. 