(Continuation of the previous chapter…)
“Alys…” her phantom mate murmurs, as fervent as a prayer or a wish to the stars for something he fears he can never have.
“Yesss…” she moans, lost in the fantasy.
He nuzzles her hair, breathing in deeply near her ear, his lips hovering over the sensitive skin. An erotic kiss without even touching her. “My… Alys…”
“Touch me… Jayden, I-I need you to… oh!”
His right hand slides down from the wall near her head, where he’s been leaning, to gently cup her face. But it’s not enough. She wants more. And more… and more, and more and—
His hand slides down to her neck where it settles possessively, choking her slightly, firm but not enough to cause pain or distress, merely increasing her lust… titillating her for what is to come.
“Who owns you, princess
