Chapter 62

• The anger and need in Devon could not be quenched, no matter how much and how long he drove himself inside his mater. She laid beside him, fast asleep, and he lightly traced her face.
• They had sex more times than he can count in the past hour, and yet he wanted her again, but he knew she could not handle it, he would break her if he went again.
• Gritting his teeth, he forced himself out of the bed. Apart from the need that snapped in place and increased the very minute they had sex without any of Ketura’s spell obstructing them, the anger and rage he felt at Alfonso touching her made him want to take her again and again till his scent was engraved in her, till one could mistake her for him.