For a fraction of a second, the stoic King of the North simply stared down at her. His icy blue eyes, usually calm and calculating lakes of restraint cracked.
The suffocating insecurity and deep, agonizing terror that had plagued his mind for days were entirely incinerated by the love blazing in Roxy's brilliant green eyes.
A low, guttural growl ripped from Kaelen's chest. His cool, elegant hands shot from her waist to her thighs. With a sudden, terrifying surge of pure Alpha strength, he hoisted her completely off the floor.
Roxy gasped, her legs instantly wrapping tightly around his narrow waist, her arms locking around his neck.
Kaelen didn't say a single word. He carried her across the room and pressed her back against his massive desk, his body caging her perfectly. The sudden collision knocked a few maps and his polishing cloth to the floor, but neither of them cared.
