Even though so much of who she is, what she is, and why she is remains an enigma to him, one thing is clear to him based on the very way she breathes.
She needs no protection.
Any man, woman, or creature who would dare touch her is likely to be turned to ash inside of a minute. She would rail against anyone who tried to defend her, especially him.
But when her coal dark lashes fan against that porcelain cheek, when she finally parts those milky thighs for him, he canít help but smirk.
Now she canít refuse protection.