48| Quenching his thirst

Amaira's POV

After a few moments, he drew his head back, his gaze taking in my still wet body.

"Let me quench my thirst!" He whispered.

His hands moved down to the hem of my t-shirt and my arms moved up on their own when he started rolling it up.

I was still panting heavily and my vision was foggy from what he had done to me previously, but all I wanted was his hands back on my body. As soon as the t-shirt was out of the way, his hands began to roam over my body, and the cold breeze assaulted my bare skin making me shiver at my place. To halt the wind, he spun me around with one arm and slammed the door behind me with the other.

"Only I have the right to touch you," he grinned, peering back into my eyes, "gently."

He wasn't as angry as he had been when he led me to the room. He appeared to be in a lighthearted mood at the time. He then bent to pull down my lower and left me in just my undergarments.

The next thing I knew, he was standing straight, and before I could think of anything