But the problem now was her exposed body. Her slender waist adorned with a black waist chain, her smooth back that could arouse anyone except her mate, and her curves; she was his temptation.
"Thank you," her quiet voice chimed in his ears like a melodious song, causing him to bat his lashes.
As she moved to leave, he held her back, not allowing her to go.
He seethed at how she allowed someone to unzip her dress without knowing who it was. The mere thought of another male unzipping her dress made him clench his jaw.
She couldn't just let anyone unzip her dress, especially without identifying him. She doesn't know he's the one, what if it had been another male? He wasn't typically a jealous type, but she was his, made for him alone and no one else.
That was a rule she had broken, and no one broke his rules without consequences. Yet, she was an exception.
