Chapter 88: Gwi
“He tasted her mind and realized he had been starving" —Unknown.
My voice is stern when I demand, “Release me.”
His charcoal eyes darken on me, all the flecks disappear from those dark chocolate eyes when he only has his eyes on me.
“I think you’re missing out.”
A whiff of sweet fragrance blows softly into my nose, tempting me to get a taste.
“I’m tired.”
I’ve lost a sum of blood, and all this wariness is draining my mentality. My mind is not really in the game. It tempts me to . . . do things.
“You haven’t even heard what I’m offering yet.”
“Then tell me.”
Instead of replying, Gwi tightens his hold on me and whirls us around, causing a swirl of black and red to spin around us.
We end up landing on a cushion. A bed, to be exact.
I’m at the bottom and he’s on top
