Rhea stood at the full-length mirror, looking at her reflection, her fingers circling the rune spot.
Why did this thing pop out of my body last night? Was it because of the curse?
Her eyes trailed toward Zeenare, who was still sound asleep.
Or was it because of him?
She let go of the nightie, the fabric falling down to her upper thigh.
She glided her way through the room, to the bed, softly climbed on it, and crawled toward Zeenare's side.
She lay on her side, her hand propping up her head while her elbow pressed into the bed.
Worshipping his face, trailing her finger across his jawline, his nose, and into his hair.
How can a person be so good-looking? His muscles are perfect, his height is excellent, his... voice. It's dripping sexily deep.
She shifted closer to him.
And he smells so intoxicatingly seductive. Is it because he's not human?
She swallowed hard as her eyes fell on his soft, plump lips.
I want to eat him up.
