VALEN’S POV
I fisted the hand laying at my side tightly, trying to gather some semblance of control, even as my tongue snaked out to tangle with hers, and her delicious taste flooded my senses.
I’d conclude that Zira had been sent by the Goddess to test my patience, my control, and my sanity. Everything that I’ve worked so hard for over the years crumbled pitifully in her presence. With minimal effort, this tiny slip of a girl was turning me inside f*cking out, and it seemed impossible to go back to normal. I wasn't even sure I wanted to.
No.
Focus, Valen.
My c*ck ignored my plea entirely when Zira pressed her front to mine. I groaned torturedly and pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. The scent of her arousal was f*cking with my mind, but I couldn't allow this to get out of hand before we understood each other.
“Zira, do you know what you’re asking? Do you know what’s going to happen if I stay here?”