Aren laid Rory down on the bed and reached out, gently covering her eyes.
"Female Master, don't keep staring at my face. Even though I'm not using my charm magic, you could still be captivated if your mind wavers while you look at me like that."
"Who says my mind is wavering?" Rory removed Aren's hand. "My mind is completely steadfast." Since having her cubs, she had been a model of perfect self-control.
"Then it's my mind that is wavering," Aren amended with a smile. "Having the Female Master look at me like this makes my heart race, and I can't help but want to kiss you."
As he spoke, he gently pressed a kiss to the tips of Rory's fingers, then to her wrist. He leaned down, lightly brushing his forehead against hers, before pulling her into his embrace. "Get some sleep, Female Master. I'll stay here with you."
He was being so tame today, not even offering a kiss.
