" When she turns to leave, the bottom of her slip snags on the bed frame, revealing a tight, round ass and tiny G-string.

Shit.

My throat tightens, my skin burns, and the energy pulsing through my veins spikes so fast my vision blurs.

I blink, and she’s tugging at the snag.

Another blink, and she’s twisting around, her bare, plump ass facing me head on.

Another blink, and my hand is wrapped around her throat, pulling her slowly toward me and onto the bed. I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey. "

― T.L. Martin , Dancing in the Dark