She always had a way of making him want her so terribly and leaving him hanging.
He had the opportunity to abate his hunger there and then, but he hadn't.
He wanted her to offer herself.
But that didn't seem likely to happen any time soon, did it? She would forever crucify him for killing her father and reducing her to nothing.
He smoothed a hand through his hair and let out a long sigh.
Deep down, Yeren was praying Andon wouldn't barge in on him at such a moment. The man had a way of knowing whatever transpired without being told.
The day was still young and he still had plenty of things to do - other than thinking about what a particular woman's skin felt like underneath his palms.
Andon was right. It had to stop.
Why couldn't he control himself around her? Was it really so long since he'd had a woman?
His attendant knocked to inform him that Garelle and her family were waiting for him at the receiving room.
Where was Andon?
