KYLE POV
The Villa was beautiful, our dinner freaking tasteful, never had anything in my life like that. But it didn’t matter. Not when my entire body felt like it was locked inside some medieval torture chamber made out of lust, hunger, and my mate’s moans.
My kitten was glowing under the sunset colors, the green of her eyes sparkling with pleasure, her cheeks kissed pink by the fading light, and her lips glistening from whatever magical concoction Paolo Greenie had put on the plate in front of her.
I swear the hormones had made her hotter—if that was even possible. She was already the most gorgeous creature walking this earth, but pregnancy had sharpened her edges into something impossible to ignore.
Her curves were softer, her glow more radiant, her scent richer, like honey melting
