The next morning, Sylvia freshened up after another torturous night with Favian. She was sitting in the garden with a cup of coffee in her hand. But her mind was somewhere else.
She couldn't help but think about Corbin. Last night she was under Favian, yet her mind was stuck on the image of Corbin holding onto that woman.
She didn't feel Favian's touch. Her body tingled only by Corbin's. She didn't smell Favian last night. Her senses were still overpowered by Corbin's masculine scent mixed with spices.
She didn't feel pain last night when Favian fed on her body like a vulture because her mind was crowded by only the moments she had spent with Corbin in the afternoon.
His proximity to her, the intense look in his light blue eyes, his digging fingers in her skin, the irritation that oozed from him whenever he thought about her situation, his desperation of helping her, every single thing about him had crowded Sylvia's mind.
"Sylvia"
