Torian's grip on her waist tightened instantly, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her hips. His pupils blew wide, swallowing the blue of his irises until his eyes were almost entirely black pools of desire.
Roxy's heart was also racing.
She didn't know why she wanted this now, but her pussy was throbbing, and she was haunted by all the scenes of intimacy she had with all her mates.
She just wanted something inside her.
Why now? She bit her lip. She didn't understand it. Her nipples ached against the thin silk of her robe, and between her thighs, a slick heat pooled, demanding attention. Unconsciously, she ground against Torian's arousal.
Torian didn't pounce. He didn't throw her onto the mattress and ravage her as his tiger instincts were screaming to do.
Instead, he inhaled sharply, "You are exhausted," Torian rasped, his voice rough with restraint. "You are carrying a child."
