Kestrel's POV
I push him to sit on the sofa behind him, and he's so obedient, eager but patient. He wants me to take control, to be in charge, and I love him crazily for that.
The sofa is a deep burgundy leather, positioned perfectly in the living area of this tent-building. Zeph sits back with his muscular frame relaxed but coiled with tension, like a predator waiting to strike if he doesn't get what he wants. Did I over react? Well, maybe but I don't regret it.
What I do next is take off my thin white sundress, leaving me in just my white lace bra and panties. I try to wrap the dress around his eyes, but he holds my hands midway and rasps in frustration.
"I want to see you, baby," he growls. "Don't f*****g starve me of your face."
"You'll see me when you want to do whatever you wis
