Rose's heart stuttered as she nodded, her face already burning red—now turning an even deeper shade. She had never heard anyone speak so shamelessly, so smoothly. Yet she nodded again, desire pulsing through her. She truly wanted him inside her.
What surprised her was how she had never felt such an urge—such a deep yearning—for a man to touch her, to kiss her, to… do things she had only read about in mature novels.
"No, Rose. Say it. I want to hear you say it," Zethan whispered, his voice low and commanding—but every word rang clear in her ears.
"Y…yes, please…" she breathed, her voice barely audible.
A wicked grin spread across Zethan's lips.
"That's my wife," he whispered. And before Rose could process it, he gently pushed her back onto the bed.
Her lashes fluttered as her eyes met his. Zethan pushed his silver hair back, and it slid forward again, covering her face—heavens, that was maddeningly heart-stopping.
