72. To save him

[Zeve’s POV]

Thoughts seemed to have vanished, my heart became impassive, my body was trying to comprehend what my mind couldn’t.

I was suddenly feverish, and a strange heat accumulated between my legs. Amor’s bare chest flashed in my memories.

Him grabbing my shoulders in pain, his placing his forehead on my neck. His breaths brushing my skin.

My body sensitively reacting to his every touch, my heart screaming unholy thoughts to my mind while my mind pondering all over his body, his biceps, his muscular arms, his veiny hands, his chest, his neck…

I turned around, hiding my flushed face from Zahir and Morfan.

My face was burning to the point I was almost sweating.

Digging my teeth into my lower lips, I tensed every muscle in my body.

I clenched my hands, placing them on my cleavage. My chest was rising and falling briskly as the only person, the only body in my mind was — Amor’s.

The feel of his broad palm when he seized my wrist, his abs tightening when I touched him, his eye