'Why couldn't I push him harder? It's not like he's hugging me that tightly.' Lethia lowered her gaze, unable to keep staring into Zeran's annoyingly stunning eyes.
"And why is that? Can't you just tell me without…" Lethia swallowed hard, trying to juggle her racing heartbeat and the words she wanted to say.
"I need to be in this position so you can feel it. Isn't it strange how your body betrays your intention to break free from my grip?"
'How did he know? And how could I even push this beast? A wolfless like me is obviously weaker than him. Has his common sense died or what?' She couldn't say it out loud.
No, more precisely, she couldn't defy him. The words jammed in her throat, like back when her father caught her trying to skip class in high school.
"Just tell me, then." Her gaze still lowered, and that's when she noticed one of his hands was resting on her belly. She hadn't even realised when it got there.
