Lethia gasped as the water poured over her.
She was already naked, but behind her lashes, she could see Zeran's hungry gaze undressing her all over.
Her body grew warmer as his big, firm palms caressed her stomach bump. She wanted to protest, but the shower rain streaming over her face silenced her.
Her fluttering lashes settled when Zeran turned the water down, she could open her eyes clearly and meet his hypnotic blue gaze.
"You!" she yelped. "Why do you keep leading me on, but never give in? Do you know how much it tortures me? I keep—"
Her words caught in her throat, unable to tell that she wanted him to claim her already. Was her pride interfering?
Zeran smiled softly. His hands now gripped her wrists gently, freeing her breasts from their hold.
She didn't know why she let him guide her arms to fall to her sides. Lately, it was like she wasn't herself.
She still stared at him sharply, aware of how his gaze devoured her peaks.
