His stormy eyes searched hers, and there was a weight to them, something deeper than she had expected. His voice was low and rough, filled with both longing and hesitation.
"Lora, it’s not about you," he began, his words pained. "It’s about me." He looked away briefly, trying to collect himself. "I felt everything through our bond, everything you went through... the torment, the touch, the fear. And now that I have you back, now that I’m holding you here in my arms..." His voice trailed off, his grip tightening on her. "All I want is to lose myself inside you, to knot you, to fill your womb with my seed and claim you over and over again. But I don’t know if you're ready for that... for me, after what you’ve been through. I am afraid that I will not be able to hold back, and you will get h
