Ivy inhaled his earthy, mahogany-and-spice fragrance. It was like an aphrodisiac; it flowed through her, making her nipples harden and her core heat and clench. “I belong to you. Not Him.” “Yes,” he rumbled, turning his face toward her. His eyes were fierce. “You are mine. And I will make sure none can question it. I will roar my claim to the entire jungle.” A giggle escaped her. “Don’t you already do that?” His gaze softened, and he chittered, dropping a hand to run along her calf. “Ah, my nyleea. I will do it again and again until the sky falls upon the jungle and this world is no more.”
