Tegan breathed caught as she felt the faint suggestions settle across her hair and wrists. Her eyes flew open to the red light, and she arched trying to shift her wrists to the side, away from her head. Her chest rose as his hand settled across her throat, and fell as it slid down to her chest. She was trapped, and it was a heady, but unnerving experience. Her eyes strained to the side as she felt the bed shift, and a gasp burs from her as she stared at him in all of his glory.<br/><br/>She almost didn't understand the slow dance of sharpness across her chest, and shuddered at the sensation, and her eyes slid up to his face, just as he shredded her shirt. A whimper and she arched up against his hand, though she delayed enough so not to be cut. Her mind swamped with desire, not registering how her shirt was now destroyed. She only registered that he had bared her to his gaze, his touch.<br/><br/>She writhed beneath his stare, half trying to avoid it, half trying to  force ehr hands further apart, though not away from the edge of the mattress. She believed every word of his threat.