Chapter Fifty Four
Amendiel's cock is already dripping from arousal, yet the tearful hateful look of resentment in his mate's eyes halts his heart and his movements. The red haze in his mind rapidly diminishing.
He can feel Faelyn slipping away like fine sand; his mate continues to escape through his fingers, seeking safety in a mental room in her head.
The blood in Amendiel's groin boils with frustration.
This is his mate!
She only belongs to him. Her body is his to own and Faelyn has to fight to refuse.
Yet, Amendiel doesn't have the heart to make her suffer any more. If Faelyn continues to be spiteful. . . He doesn't know what else to do.
Amendiel releases a pained breath to rein his control, "I won't hurt you, I'll make it better," He kisses Faelyn's nape, inhaling deeply to calm himself with Faelyn's scent, but his arousal only flares, throbbing unbearably with need.
