Andrian stood at the edge of the bed, grinning down at her with a look dripping of pure male satisfaction. Even in her pleasure-addled state, Mariah had a sudden and distinct urge to kick him in the throat. He must’ve read the thought in her eyes, his grin widening even further. “No need to look at me like that, nio. After all, you’re much more tolerable to me like this. On your back and screaming my name.”
