Tysion was on the verge of taking his mate there and then without a second thought added. Everything about this woman was perfect, and after this or maybe during, he would mark her as his. Finalising his acceptance of her, but that dream was quickly short lived.
Karla wasted no time in vigorously pushing Mr Grey off of her body, using all of her strength to shake him off. Her breathing grew heavier, and slowed, her chest pounding faster at the sudden change.
She scurried from her position, fixing the robe and firmly wrapping it around her waist. Her hair scattered around her face, mixing together with sweat and saliva.
Karla was barely able to get on her feet without stumbling around. She bolted to the bathroom door and rested against it, overwhelmed by just how much of herself she had almost given away.
"Please leave." She demanded with no level of emotion in her voice. Her eyes staring at Mr Grey, who sat on the floor, shirtless.
