Addictive Feast

His deep voice, resonating with an undeniable authority, sent a jolt of nervous energy through her. Her sweaty palms rolled into tight fists as she struggled to keep her breathing in check. Ignoring the whirl of excitement raging within her, she turned towards the table and set down the tray. She felt the heat of his gaze searing her flesh as she nervously traced her steps back to the bed. Her head was downcast and her eyes were stuck to the floor.

She stood in front of him, wringing her hands together. Her heart was close to bursting out of her chest.

His eyes glittered with a mixture of affection and amusement as he watched her nervous self. She was cute. Adorable.

"Get in the bed, sweetheart," he urged her in a tender voice. She followed his command like a good girl and sat down beside him with her feet on the floor. She turned her face towards him, lines of self-doubt creasing her beautiful features. He frowned, not liking the worries of line marring her beautiful face. He rea