Chapter One Hundred and Three.
A small giggle erupted from Eliza’s mouth as Fitz moved his angel toward the copper bath that sat before the roaring fire, the snow already melted and steaming. Fitz lowered his angel to her feet, then slowly, and methodically removed the sparse clothing she had warn for her fight against the snow bear. His ice grey eyes grew black, his pupils fully dilated, with the passion he felt for his mate.
Fitz took a step back, allowing his eyes to trail down the perfect form of his beloved angel, as he slowly, and methodically begun to remove his royal robes. He snapped his heated gaze back up to his angel’s eyes, their locked gazes intensifying the charged atmosphere between them.
Eliza’s cheeks flushed, as she felt the anticipation of her mates’ attentions
