JAYDEN
The air between me and Freya is tense and crackling.
The sound of the guests and the music from the reception fade more into the background, leaving only the sound of my own heart thumping in my chest to be heard.
When I'm close to her, it's always like this. I lose my ability to think clearly and lose sight of what is acceptable and proper.
I'm seized with a strong desire just by glancing at her. A need to grasp her by the round hips and press her body even closer to mine, a desire to run my hands over every inch of her I haven't explored yet and recapture the parts of her that are calling to me...a yearning to play out the depraved fantasies that are now a continuous part of me.
Oh, the things I want to do to this woman.
When I realize how hard I am, more blood rushes stra
