" You have the most beautiful smile,” Rio said. His eyes had gone deeply blue, his irises spreading to blot out the white.
“You are putting thoughts into my head again.”
“No, darlin’. You’re putting them there all by yourself.”
“You are making me want to obey you.”
“Maybe giving you a little nudge.”
Nella wet her lips, which were so dry for some reason. “What exactly would you want me to do?”
Rio came closer, and she could smell the leather of his clothes, the musk of his body, feel the heat of his fingers before he even touched her. “Anything I can think of to make you do.” His temperature seemed higher than that of a normal human, as she’d observed before. Humans were actually a little cooler on Bor Narga, she’d learned— an adaptation against living in an extreme desert climate— but Shareem skin was hot. Especially Rio’s, especially now.
“And if I refuse to obey? You punish me?”
“Maybe. I’m not like some Doms, who reach for the whip every time their ladies disobey.” He leaned to her, his voice velvet smooth, his breath hot spice. “Punishment is so much sweeter when it’s begged for.”
Nella tried to draw a normal breath and couldn’t. She hadn’t felt normal since she woke up here. “I would never ask to be punished.”
“Beg, I said. And you will.” He touched the swirl of hair above her ear. “You will, sweet darling. I guarantee it. "

― Allyson James , Rio (Tales of the Shareem, #2)