And she didn’t think she could tolerate the fantasies she was having of them together any longer. Ever since they started walking every look sent his direction was a trigger for a deluge of images. Of him touching her and suckling her, the way he’d done last night. She yearned to relive the ecstasy she’d found in his arms. Now she stared at his back desire in her eyes. She wanted things she shouldn’t, especially from him. To want him meant to want more. The fire he’d stoked in her blood was now like lava carrying her off a cliff. And she couldn’t fall, not yet.
“Are you colour blind?” Zaya asked in the hopes of taking her mind off what she couldn’t have. She felt like Eve with the forbidden tree of Eden. And hers was a very tempting, dark-skinned, handsome Unborn, who could easily overpow
