Chapter Thirty-Two
Zaron watched as Emily stirred, rolling over to expose her full breasts and and the upper portion of her sleek belly. Her pale skin was flawlessly smooth, her pink n*****s soft in her repose. She was beautiful, this human girl of his, and he ached for her with a fierceness that stole his breath. Last night hadn’t helped; if anything, it had made it worse. The taste of her was still on his tongue, sweet and vital, and the knowledge that he’d never have her again was as agonizing as a Chironex fleckeri sting.
She didn’t want to stay. He had to accept it, no matter how much the dark voice inside him whispered that he could keep her, that no one would ever interfere. He could make her his charl, and eventually, she’d come to terms with it, maybe even appreciate it over tim
