Bab 111: Tugging the Leash

ETAN

His tether was beginning to slip. He'd schooled himself all day—first at the ravine, then when he learned they would marry, then for that cursed ride to the cottage. He'd been so certain he had it under control, that he could wait.

He'd brought her to the chair first with the intention to keep things slow, to let them build up to the act. But when he felt her sink prickle under his touch, and her breathing begin to tear in her throat, the beast within that was his desire began to roar, and he struggled not to throw her to the floor and take her there and then.