Iron Hearts and Dragon Magic (Book 2)

She looked back in his direction, making an effort not to pay attention to his astonishingly compelling looks. There was a lot she wanted to understand, and she couldn’t afford to be distracted. “You’re the first fae to be seen in Aluria in many years. There must be a reason.”
He stiffened and his eyes widened, then he looked away. Or maybe it was an impression, as he turned back to her and chuckled. “We also live in Aluria.”
“But you weren’t seen,” she insisted.
He shrugged. “Maybe your kind didn’t look.” He then stared straight into her eyes. “Ask me something, Naia. I can give you anything you want.” His voice was a soft caress in her ear.
Anything? Her attention was again drawn to his lips. She swallowed. It was unlikely that she’d ever again see any man half as good looking as him. It was unlikely that she would ever again be alone with someone like that. The idea that was coming to her was so strange and scary that she didn’t even dare think about it.
“What do you want from me, Naia?” he insisted.
There was an entrancing softness in his voice. He’d managed to make her name sound like music, a lullaby soothing her into wanting. It would be bold and wrong and inappropriate. Bold and wrong. Her father would be furious if he learned she did that. His pure daughter, meant to be single forever. Perhaps that was a good reason to ruin his absurd wishes. Undisturbed in her room, she could have wishes of her own.
“Kiss me.” She didn’t feel embarrassed, afraid, or ashamed. The voice was hers and wasn’t. It was the voice of a different Naia, one that had been imprisoned, gagged, and bound. And it was free now.