"Calm down," he ordered. He toyed with his voice until it reached the exact right pitch. Low and commanding. A tone she should find all too familiar. If nothing else, he hoped it would reach her through the panic. This wasn’t her husband speaking to her. It was her Dom. He bent to lick her lips and forced his tongue in her mouth. When he felt her fighting against it, he couldn’t suppress a smile. "Be a good girl and open up for me," he said. He hadn’t spoken to her like this since the island, not knowing whether it would help them or hurt them more. But he banked on automatic reactions. Memories ingrained deep in her subconscious. "I said... open," he added, pulling her hair harder. 