She was burning up again. This time there was nothing to cool her body. She missed his frame around and beside her.
Lying in bed, she whimpered crying helplessly for the pain to end. Muntaha had left the bed to attend to some business.
When he returned, it was to the sight of the drenched bed and a burning body. He wanted to discard his clothes and join her in bed but couldn't.
His self-control was on the verge of snapping. He couldn't do it again. Hence he paced up and down, her pain-filled groans spearing his heart.
He silently willed his subordinates to hurry up. The forbidden fruit was the only thing that could ease her pain right now.
He moved towards the bed and placed his palm over her forehead. The next thing she did took his breath away.
His hand was yanked away so fast only to be placed directly over her heart. It didn't help that she had no clothes on. Muntaha had to close his eyes and take deep breaths.
