His voice elicited an unsettling sensation down her spine, despite its underlying laziness. He exerted absolute authority over her, commanding her every move, yet the impact of his words sent shivers through her.
Was it already time to mate? How could she engage in intimacy with someone who was angry at her? What if he lost control and harmed her in his rage?
Frantically, she searched for an excuse, her eyes widening as she found one.
"My knee is bruised. Can we postpone it tonight?" Her words came out as a plea, her body frozen in place, unwilling to approach the room any further.
"I despise repeating myself," he retorted, advancing toward her. His steps mirrored his weak speech, as if he were frustrated and lacked the energy to argue.
"You said we could skip it if either of us was tired. I am in pain. Let's do it tomorrow night," she swiftly employed his own words in an attempt to persuade him.
