Arabella's point of view.

I moaned softly as Wymond cupped my right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, but a painful hiss followed shortly when his leg mistakenly dropped on my wound.

That's when I woke up from my little steamy dream and remembered that I'm heavily injured. Mating would do me more harm than good—my wound might reopen.

He made to unbutton my blouse, but I quickly grabbed his hand and stopped his movements.

"What's wrong?" he asked huskily, with a small, confused ...