Reynand frowned, his jaw tight with agitation.
"Wouldn't it be far more amusing if we simply obeyed and did that consummation marriage now?"
He drew his head back slightly, studying Elara's flushed face. He knew that deep arousal was burning in her, written all over those reddened cheeks.
Elara's palm stroked softly from his brow to his cheek. She had no idea how maddeningly arousing that touch was. He felt like a rutting beast who lost his mind.
The way she bit her lower lip, her eyes clouded with an uncertain plea, made his heart hammer and his breath grow heavy. There was no way he would let her go without leaving his full mark.
"Reyh… nand. I need to—"
"Say that again."
She blinked and chuckled. "I haven't even finished talking, but you—"
"Say my name again. With that tone. Say. it."
He watched her falter, her teeth sinking into the inside of her lower lip. He envied that she could bite those ravenous lips whenever she pleased.
