Zala had zero experience in matters of s*x and carnal desires.
But she had read enough books to know that the way he made her feel, the desires he drew from her was exactly what she drew from him. The swelling in his pants did not go unnoticed. They had neither kissed nor touched each other provocatively, but that was enough to have them yearning for more.
“Your face. Your smell. Your voice. It's all so displeasing.” She whispered, her voice quivering as her heart did. She had never had such a strong desire to possess and to have a person to herself like how she felt then. She had never coveted the touch of another's lips or desired to know what secrets their caress could uncover like so.
She couldn’t get past how soft his lips felt on hers, and was a breath away from reliving that memo
