Chapter 8

• ZARA POV
• His large fingers trace a gentle path down my face, sending shivers down my spine. The soft touch ignites a fire within me, making me yearn for more. He lingers, exploring every curve and contour, his fingertips dancing across my skin. As he gently pushes aside my hair, a soft touch brushes against the nape of my neck, sending a wave of pleasure through my entire being. The sensation is so intense, it makes my toes curl.
• He is not even fucked me yet, and my body is primed to recieve him. Every nerve ending in my body is alive, every cell alert, and every pore on my skin opens as if to absorb his very presence.