Jenkins
I fix my gaze on his bare chest, tracing each bead of the rosary hanging around his neck as I try to catch my breath. Maintaining self-control is supposed to be simple, but when this man puts his hands on me, I lose my damn mind.
He pulls back a few inches and searches my eyes. He stopped the moment I asked him to. Once again, despite all the aggression and savagery he exudes, Zeldric proves that I have the power to decide—that I can make him stop at any moment with a single word.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You just put on a show in front of your men.”
He smiles and shrugs.
“Do I look worried about that?” He leans in closer, running the tip of his nose along the side of my neck. His hands remain anchored to my thighs, his body sti
