CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

{MATURE CONTENT!}

I gulped down hard, my gaze trailing to the tent in his trousers that he was referring to. Was he always hard when he saw me or was it just when he was this close to me.

Darius held onto my jaw, making sure my face was only a breath away from his. Heat spread across my chest as his warm breath fanned against my face.

"B-butterflies?" I stammer, feeling all sense of reasoning fleeing and leaving a bunch of scrambled remnants with me

"Yes my love, fucking butterflies" he answered, his pupils dilating to a much lighter golden hue. "So now do you want me to leave or you want me to show you just how good you make me feel?"

I nodded subtly, feeling my skin begin to itch and my heart hammer with sweet anticipation.

He leaned in, pressing a chaste fleeting kiss to the corner of my lips before doing the same to the other corner. I whined, grabbing fistfuls of his attire and holding him close. My body ached for more. Why wasn't he claiming me li