Althea’s eyes glazed with heat, her body straining against his, and still she met his gaze, lips parting. “I’m not—” she gasped as another deep thrust stole her breath.

His growl rumbled against her chest as he pushed faster, harder, his dominance crashing over her like the water spilling around the tub’s edges.

“You’re not?” Gavriel grunted, his pace quickening. The tub rocked violently under them, water spilling over the edges and splashing onto the stone floor. Her body ...