Julian Mackenzie's POV
Enjoying her body was simply a delicacy. One I don't know if I deserve, but which, by some twist of fate, came to me.
There's something different, I know it. It's not just reaching climax, it's the connection. One I hadn't even felt with Irina, whom I loved madly.
Zara is magic. She's addictive. I couldn't stop being inside her, and in the morning, when she denied it to me, I felt a sharp blow to my chest. How could this woman expect me to touch her only once a month?
The problem wasn't the courtship. Although I could learn how to be courted by watching romance tutorials, but... once a month?
She was crazy. I couldn't do it. I have to find a way to modify that clause.
I got in the shower. The flesh is weak, they say, and they were right. My flesh and hers
