The sultry, agonizingly sweet promise whispered against Torian's jawline completely obliterated the White Tiger's patrol.
Torian let out a deep, feral groan that vibrated through the thick leather of his armour. His massive hands, which just seconds ago had been prepared to unsheathe lethal, bone-crushing claws to fight an intruder, instead tangled desperately into the sheer white silk of her nightgown.
He pressed her backwards, pinning her softly but firmly against the freezing, raw crystal of the primary warding obelisk.
"Roxy," Torian breathed, his bright blue eyes entirely swallowed by the dark, ravenous midnight of his Alpha hunger. "You are going to drive me insane."
He lowered his massive head, his hot, rough lips capturing hers in a bruising, intensely passionate kiss. The blistering heat of his massive body completely shielded her from the freezing ambient air of the subterranean cellar.
