Chapter 125

• Still he was stroking her. Her stomach felt heavy, her thighs did too, and she didn’t like it—didn’t like these strange feelings. She wanted her more familiar control, so she ended this pointless diversion—she was at her most fertile; the wedding had been arranged around her cycle. The way she responded to him unnerved her—the unfamiliar reaction of her senses, the strange weakening that he wrought in her mind. It was time to be brave, time for it to be over, time to reclaim her head.
• ‘Now.’ She moved his hand from her private place and lay down. ‘Do it now.’
• Xavian was tired of her games. He had felt her unfurl for a second, yet she refused to relent, to enjoy his caress.