Althea’s heart thundered in her chest, but she didn’t pull away.
She couldn’t. His grip on her wrist tightened, his gaze blazing down at her with a hunger she wasn’t sure she could withstand. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat louder than the last.
And when he finally moved, slow, powerful, claiming, it wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle.
Her body tensed as her eyes widened. A gasp escaped her lips, and instinctively, she pushed at his chest with her free hand. “Wait,” she whispered, the tremble in her voice betraying her.
Gavriel stilled immediately, his body rigid above hers. His gaze flickered, something dangerous simmering behind his eyes, but there was also confusion, restraint.
“You’re a virgin,” he said flatly, the words more like a statement than a question.
Althea turne
