“Te deseo tanto, que te has convertido en una necesidad que quema, princesa,” Xavier said in a husky tone, expressing how he wanted Amira so bad that it had become a burning a need.
She raised an eyebrow at him in question and he only said, “Let’s head to the damned suite or I’m taking you in this ceremony hall.”
As per usual, she blushed in resposne.
Not many guests remained. Only those who had come from afar and who needed to stay the night at the hotel did. And the couple had grown tired of dancing, of eating, chatting up people and smiling.
Xavier wanted nothing more than to sweep his bride off her feet and bang her against the nearest flat surface. It had been weeks since he had last touched her. And the need was driving him insane.
He shook his head in an attempt to clear
