Xiran's POV
The cuffs of my shirt were open as they revealed her sensual wrist with blue veins protruding. I gently took her arm and pressed her hand onto my face. Her smell was driving me insane, I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss those rosy lips of hers. But I knew she wouldn't allow me.
She offered me her wrist to savour her red nectar, without any fear in her eyes. At times it baffled me, her fearlessness, her audacity to address me the way she did, but I loved it. She was genuine and didn't have to pretend by calling me, master. She spoke her mind and the way my name slipped from her tongue, made my heart revel in ecstasy.
If it had been Treia or another girl today, they would have just gone on to kiss me and we would have engaged in bodily pleasures. On the other hand, she dried and combed my hair to make me feel relaxed. She was charming without even knowing it. I felt jealous of the unknown men in her life who must have held her, kissed her, and made love to her.
