" She looked up at him. She could see his brown eyes had almost turned black. There was a new glint in them. He did not look angry now. She started to back away and her hair that was in his fingers got caught. She jerked back. He let go of the strands of hair. His hands rested on her shoulders. He looked down at her, his eyes were pools of black. Her breath caught. She could feel things she had never felt before. Her heart began to race. Was she frightened or was it something else? His hands went to the nape of her neck. He stroked her slim neck trying to erase those whip marks from there and from her shoulders. He couldn't understand why anyone would want to do this to her. Raising your hand on a woman was a sign of weakness at least that is what he believed. She shivered and her eyes remained downcast. His hands brought her closer and she rested her forehead against his chest. She sighed for she felt safe. It was like homecoming. He felt strange. He felt that he had found something he'd been searching for, for a long time. "
this part was mindblowing