My gaze fell on him again it then wavered. I stood, looking at his full almost eight-foot frame. How can I not want this?
If I took him, he would have no other woman he would become my private property and his seed will be used only for me.
I will then be his sole owner without tolerating another woman. My hands ran the width of his chest perfection (duh every single male her she thirst over was perfection ah satrya)
Yeh, my inner turmoil... That was true.
My hands spread to help him slip off the outer suit jacket, leaving the pitch-black button-down bare of a tie... I wanted so badly to rip it open, but the torture of unbuttoning the shirt made my need build and my breath choppy.
