But at the last moment, he fought against his desires, tilting his head to bury it beside her ear as he let out a labored breath.
Rosey couldn't help but let out a cry of frustration, the sound escaping her lips before she even realized it.
Her hands balled up into tight fists, her body tense with anger and confusion.
Theivin chuckled softly, the sound a deep rumble that vibrated through the room.
He raised his head slowly, his piercing gaze fixed on her as he lifted his upper body to tower over her.
Despite her frustration, Rosey couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart at the sight of him.
His presence was both commanding and alluring, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.
"Don't worry, my dear," Theovin's voice was thick with emotion as he caressed her face gently, his thumb tracing the outline of her jawline.
"You will get everything you want and more when you are ready."
