“His gaze never flickered down to it, their eyes locked on each other as he touched the skin with his index finger. A soft, barely-there touch. It seared her, from the point of his finger to her flesh, burning and not in a way that was painful. No. It was decadent, like the warmest of fires that seeped into her cold soul, kindling her chilled bones, warming her from the inside out.” HealingSensualityPoesy Book:The Emperor Source: The Emperor