Mak settled beside her on the sofa, his scrutiny tender as he gazed at her. ‘Today was unforgettable,’ he murmured.
She met his gaze as a rush of emotions hit her.
‘It was,’ she breathed.
The scorch of his heated eyes was electrifying, sending a shiver down her spine.
‘I enjoyed seeing another side of you, wife,’ Mak continued, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
‘And I, you.’
She gave him a lazy smile, loving how safe and cherished she felt in his arms, as if it was where she belonged.
She savored the warmth that radiated from him. ‘Not so bad yourself. Fact is, you’re one scary mofo.’
She caught sight of her face in the living room mirror hanging above the fire.
Her face was flushed, and her locks tousled.
Her expression was sultry and provocative, like that of a woman who craved affection.
Heat filled her cheeks.
Had she been staring at Mak like that?
She glanced back at him.
His eyes searched her face, and without breaking eye contact, he knifed in closer, his mouth brushing against hers in a gentle caress.
With a moan, she turned to kiss him thoroughly, their lips and tongues dancing, the crackling inferno providing a comforting soundtrack to their burgeoning intimacy.
As they broke apart, his mouth quirked. ‘I think it’s time they made some new memories together. Don’t you?’ he rasped, his voice filled with promise.
She nodded, her heart racing.
He rose to his feet in all his sleek, panther-like glory.
Taking her hand, with a quirk to his mouth, he placed her in front of his chest and walked them to his bed.
The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows let in the moonlight, casting a soft glow over the room.
He paused, running his hands over her chest, cupping hertits, and squeezing her taut nipples, which only heightened her excitement.
His heartbeat thumped against her spine, and he lowered his head so the heat of his exhalation whispered over her nape.
It was the most sensual sensation on the planet.
He turned her around, his fingers digging into her ass with fever, his touch sending sparks of desire through her veins.
With a tenderness that took her breath away, Mak trailed kisses down her neck, igniting a fire between us.
Their clothes fell away, discarded in their haste to be closer.
She shucked her dress and underwear while he ripped his shirt and trousers off.
Skies over Savarti, how hot was he?
His face was sculpted, angled, and chiseled, with full and sensuous lips.
