Anthony watched her as she crawled up on his bed to settle in the middle. A breath shot out of him as his body heated at the sight of her in his bed.
She looked like some long haired temptress ready to tempt him into sin with her soft, full and enticing lips, and lithe body.
He stared at her, savouring the blazing desire she was igniting within him. He never thought he would feel this way again, that one night with her wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her in his bed every night. Anthony stared at her in awe, not moving.
“I thought you were cold, my prince,” the sarcasm in her voice was clear even to her own ears. Naledi knew where the sarcasm came from. She couldn’t stand the way he was looking at her. The way his eyes crawled all over her with a sensual heat that was as real as the air
