65. His Word

XENDAYA.

My heart pounds as he kisses me. There’s something painstakingly slow about it, yet the way his hands are digging into me, roaming my skin hungrily, and kneading my skin are clear signs that this man wants me.

I feel Shayara relinquish control despite remaining at the forefront of my mind. Her contentment and approval are intense, but I do feel elated.

What I had been uncertain to ask, she had done it with ease.

She’s already more comfortable with him, whilst I am holding back, fearing to surrender my heart or say exactly what was on my mind. She did it…

With every inch of willpower, I can muster, I slowly pull back, my nose brushing his as I gaze up into those yellowy-green eyes.

“And just in case you think only Shayara is possessive, it’s not true… I am as well.” I whisper, wanting to say what I feel.

A sexy smirk crosses his lips as his hand wraps around my throat.

“Then tell me how you feel with these plump lips that I will soon put to good use…” he murmurs, his ga