He pulled her closer, their scents mingling, and she could barely stay on her feet. He leaned near her ear, his hot breath grazing her neck. Taya swallowed hard, gripping herself tightly, her body striving to resist this human threat.
It was impossible to think amidst the thunderous pounding of her heart. "Look at your body; it's practically begging me to stay," he murmured, his fingers tracing a line just above her waist, moving toward her chest, each touch sparking a new flame of desire within her.
"When will you admit you love me? Damn it, Orig, is it really so hard to confess your feelings?" she said, her tone firm and serious. She slipped from his grip easily, catching him off guard. Before he could pull her back and silence her, a knock on the door by one of the Knights of the Round Table interrupted them, and worry was written across the knight's face.
