Althea was completely lost in the way Gavriel kissed her—rough, demanding, and utterly consuming. He hovered over her, his body pressing her down as he positioned himself between her thighs.

She gasped against his mouth when she suddenly felt his solid thrusts, his lips still claiming hers as if he couldn’t bear to let her breathe.

He wasn’t answering her question, maybe because she didn’t answer him as well. She wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t go, even if it was her father. ...