CHAPTER 91: HEAT PART 4

CLEOPATRA'S POV

I woke up with my throat feeling like the Sahara

desert. The room was dimly lit with scented candles.

I stumbled off the bed and grabbed the glass off

the small table in the room. I went to the bathroom sink, filled the glass, and

drank from it four times. My body felt like it was on fire. My palms were

sweaty.

The heat was here!

The blood that ran through my veins burned like

lava. I needed to mate; I needed Gerry.

I lifted the curtain and peeked out the window. It

was dark outside, the moon would soon be at its peak.

"How's my pretty girl feeling?" Gerry's

hands wrapped around my waist. Then he shifted his hands and caressed my

shoulders. As soon as his skin made contact with mine, a pleasured moan escaped

from my lips. Heat radiated where our skins met. My knees buckled, and I slumped

into his arms, "Gerry," I breathed out sultrily.

He placed a hand behind my neck and the other

behind my knees. He lifted me and walked me to the bed. My neck and knees felt

like they