"Ummm!" He mumbled, his lips already tracing the bulging vein in her neck as his hands had twisted with hers, pressing them into the hardwood of the door.
"W–wait!" She stammered; her heart had started a sprint, and her body had begun to heat up as if he was boiling her in a cauldron.
"Why? I wish to show my appreciation for how well my mate has handled today." Siroos halted and stared at her, his eyes cast down, the long lashes fluttered at her.
"I…," Cassandra couldn't understand how to tell him that she was in no state to repeat what they had done yesterday.
Seeing her hesitant and lost for words, Siroos let out a throaty chuckle, the voice resonating all around her like a high-pitched musical note.
"You are still sore aren't you?" He abasedly announced.
Her whole face scalded from his naughty words and she squirmed in his hold with annoyance crawling up her face.
"You barbarian, do you have to embarrass me?"
