Chapter 150
Annalise
His hands roamed over my body, slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring the feel of me beneath his touch.
A shiver ran through me, but I forced myself to remain still, to not react—not yet.
"You look ravishing tonight," Demonis murmured, his voice a smooth, sinful drawl. His fingers trailed along the exposed skin of my arm, his grip shifting, possessive. "Though, you always do."
My brows furrowed.
There was something in the way he said it.
Not a compliment. Not mere flattery.
It felt like an observation. A knowing.
Something cold and sharp coiled in my stomach.
His hand slid down, tracing the curve of my waist before settling firmly against my hip.
"I thought to continue playing this little game with you," he mused, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a
