“I want you more,” anas ni Lorrenze. He then softly pulled Zyren closer to his body and went down on his knees and started kissing her tummy, going further up, kissing her chest. His hand turned on the tap and the water began to flow, on their heads, dripping down their bodies.
And suddenly, while they stared at each other under the pouring hot water, Zyren couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted more too. She wanted more than just looks and brushes of arms and legs and the stupid endless flirting. She wanted to taste his lips as always and—and his neck and his cheeks and everything of him. She wanted to run her hand through his hair and feel the electricity of love rush through her as she have read in all the books in her life. She wanted to pull him in and never let him go—forever. He’s m
