Tessa couldn't resist glancing at him as she tried to focus on the novel. There was something about him that drew her in, though she couldn't quite figure out what it was. It was warning, yet enticing, a weird feeling she could barely express.
Her eyes would trace over his body, and whenever they reached his torso, she would swallow hard, desire creeping in. She had heard things, and now, recalling them, they were starting to affect her. Her mind wandered to what their first mating might be like.
Would it be painful or as pleasurable as the rumors suggested?
"Are you tired of reading?" He asked, lowering his legs and sitting properly on the couch.
"When do we talk about the crown?" She asked, shutting the novel, assuming he was done listening.
"Once you have finished reading the novel to me," he replied, moving to the desk to pour himself a glass of water.
