Rex didn't let the moment linger. He had tasted enough of the tension in the room and was ready to turn the heat up even higher.
With a predatory glint in his eyes, he grabbed Amelia by the waist, his hand still possessively kneading her backside.
"This isn't enough," Rex declared, his voice leaving no room for argument. "We're moving to your bedroom."
"I want you on a proper bed where you can scream without the walls of this living room catching every sound."
As he began to lead a stumbling, breathless Amelia toward the private quarters, he leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Mireya's ear.
His tone shifted from mocking to something far more dangerous, a low, lethal whisper that sent a chill down her spine despite the heat in her blood.
