Third Person Pov
The lady rises, feeling sore and shut out. Her legs were barely there. She heard the door opening with a small voice of ‘curr’ and then shut with a ‘thud’.
Xandeir got out of the bath, with a towel hanging on his waist. With another towel, he was rubbing his wet locks.
Tasty, she licked her lips at the delicious meal for which she was gawking. Then her intellect made her entry, and she shook her head to remove the shameful thoughts.
Xandeir looked her up and down.
Naked, hickey, bruises, and nest-hair all checked.
Divya saw him looking at her. He huffed arrogantly and smirked. She gasped at that. He looked her straight in the face, mocking her. She wanted to climb on him and clutch his hair locks but her legs had surrendered themselves. The lucky one, she thought
