Sylvia's POV
When I stepped back into the bedroom, Caesar was seated on the edge of the bed, his shirt discarded, wearing only a pair of low-hanging sleep pants. The sight of his sculpted chest and abs made my mouth go dry. My wolf practically howled with appreciation, pawing eagerly within me.
"Your turn," I managed, my voice slightly higher than normal.
Caesar's eyes darkened as they traveled over me, lingering on my bare legs. "You look beautiful," he said simply before standing and walking past me into the bathroom.
I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding once the door closed behind him. This was going to be more challenging than I'd anticipated. The mate pull between us was growing stronger by the minute, making my skin feel too tight, too sensitive.
Whi
