Cool air skated over my breasts. I'd forgone a bra since I knew Ilyan liked that, so there was nothing to shield my breasts when he jerked the dress down to my waist. The straps captured my arms at my sides. His narrowed gaze devoured my body, touching me with dark intent. I shivered and strained toward him, except he kept me where I was. I loved and hated his strength, how he could control me, throw me around at will. Right now it was fucking hot.