The words that had left her lips broke the very last string of his will. There was no way he could resist now. At this moment, he knew he would even go as far as begging her to just do anything to him now. He was literally at her mercy.
He could see the look in her eyes as she told him those words. She looked like she was actually afraid that he would break if she forced herself on him. Holy f*cking hell! This woman… he could not even find the words to describe her anymore. Why was she so hellbent in going through all these for him, even worrying about him to this extent?
"Gods, Zanya…" he groaned, trying to free his hands from her magical bind so he could grab her, and kiss her. His desire and lust for her was already spilling over, spreading everywhere like an uncontrollable wildfire that could only be quenched by her and her alone.
