Sovia’s POV
I laid on my bed, the image of Zadekiah refusing to leave my memory. He didn’t put so much effort in his appearance but that jawline… the way it clenched, or the way his throat bulged when he didn’t want to look at me.
Did I have an effect on him? I wish I did.
His touch was warm, but around him he carried that air that made him too far to reach.
A smile I didn’t know touched my lips as I hugged the pillow tightly. His scent circled around, like he was laying just beside me.
With a face and body like his, I didn’t mind being in his bed, or him in mine. No feelings, or mate bond pull, just two primal instincts letting room to explore each other.
And I wanted to see him, the whole him.
And do not get me wrong, seeing him naked would be overwhelming in the most passionate
