The dim yellow light mixed with the scent of burning incense, making the room feel thick with tension. Wearing a sheer nightgown, Natalie Summers found herself pressed against the door. Jensen Luke’s hand gripping her neck. “Natalie, you’re mine tonight.” He leaned in. Jensen was 6'2", towering over Natalie, making her seem even more petite. Before she could say anything, Jensen’s lips pressed against hers, taking her breath away. Natalie tilted her head up and met the lust-filled depths of his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed just inches from her, and his scorching breath made her face flush and her body go weak. It was the fifth anniversary of their relationship. Overflowing with love, she kissed him back. The sound of tearing fabric and shallow breaths filled the room as the tension between them grew. Just as they were about to become one, Jensen’s phone rang. Interrupted at such a moment, his irritation was obvious, but he answered anyway. Natalie, panting, caught a glimpse of the caller ID: it was Felix, Jensen’s closest friend.