Julian Mackenzie's POV
I hadn't had s*x in a week. A damn week.
For any other man, it wouldn't mean anything, but for me, used to satisfying any desire whenever I pleased, it was a curse. I swear that's why I was like this, on edge, my blood pumping with a ferocity I didn't even recognize.
But I'd be lying if I said that was all.
I wasn't willing to accept that it could be solely because of Zara's presence here, with her floral scent and her mouth that seemed to be waiting to be devoured. Her mere presence drove me crazy in a way that no woman with explicit intentions ever had.
I desired her like a madman. Like a conqueror who knows he's about to plant his flag on virgin soil. My hunter's instinct roared, fueled by the certainty that I would be the first to trace every curve of h
