The need boiling within her body, the one that demanded she lean into him and do more than kiss, had worsened.
Aria was internally panicking, especially since she was sure that if the wetness she could feel between her legs got worse, then it wouldn't take Zyren long to find out.
"Please, can you just—" only to pause, stunned by the flash of what she could have sworn was hurt in Zyren's eyes when he looked at her just before it turned into what could only be called fury.
She could feel it wafting off him right before it settled in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on her.
"Little flame…" he said, his voice much lower—so low that she almost didn't hear it—with a sharpened edge attached to it. Aria was shocked to feel him carry her off his lap and drop her to the floor in the next breath.
A rush of relief had just flooded her veins, her eyes darting to the door when she watched as Zyren stood up, easily towering over her like he usually did.
