While others believed the couple was indulging in a blossoming romance, the reality inside that gazebo remained a mystery.
Oriana attempted to push Arlan away, but he had effectively trapped her between the substantial pillar and his unyielding frame. Her hands were ensnared in his firm grip, while his other hand tightly gripped her hair at the back of her head. His mouth aggressively pressed against hers through the veil that separated them, his actions rough and intense like a tempest.
He had succeeded in silencing her, putting an end to her taunting and provocation. However, that was not enough for the restless beast within him, yearning to break free from the constraints to claim his mate, especially when she emitted such a tantalizing scent.