Chapter 229 My Scent

Once they got home, Thalia immediately collapsed onto the bed. "Nothing beats being home—the bed is soft and feels so good to rest on." Seeing her so relaxed, Tyren leaned closer, teasing, "Is it the bed you like, or just my scent?" They had spent several days on this bed, and it carried both her scent and his. Flustered by his words, Thalia's cheeks flushed. "It's the bed I like, Tyren. What are you thinking about?" Tyren brushed his lips against hers, his voice low and husky. "I'm always thinking about your tempting lips and soft body, Thalia…" "Tyren, you're completely ruled by your hormones! I'm injured, and all you can think about is taking advantage of me!" Thalia bit her glossy lip and shot him a glare that was half annoyed and half indignant. Tyren cupped her face gently, affection shining in his eyes. "I'm more worried about you than anything else. I could never bring myself to take advantage of you." When he learned Thalia had been abducted, he had nearly lost his mi