AMARIS
His hands were on my face now, warm and surprisingly gentle, having just moved from cupping my breasts moments ago like he wasn't so against touching me when I first got here.
Him agreeing to the traditional mating option I had given him after I had fucked his two sons was causing my heart to pound so violently in my chest I thought it might actually break through my ribs
I had to think of a way to ease this sinking feeling in my head before I had a full-blown panic attack right here in his arms, and that was why I asked a question that had occasionally lingered in my mind but I had not found the right opportunity to ask before now.
I thought his countenance would change dramatically when I brought up Zoya, thought he would pull away or his expression would harden into that cold mask he usually wore around everyone, but he remained completely still. His dark eyes stayed on me intensely. His hands stayed on my face, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks in slow circles.
