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Kian's POV:

"What do you want?" I asked, noticing just how intensely she was staring at me. Around us seemed to exist an invisible circle of sexual tension that squeezed us closer into the embrace of each other.

Her eyes never seemed to dangle away from the strip of towel that welded around my waist. It was hard to determine whether or not I was to be uncomfortable with her behavior, as I equally felt like dragging her into the bed with me.

Just staring at her, wild thoughts clouded my mind. I wanted to be all over her. To hear her breathing change when my tongue circles around her nipples.

I wanted to know what both sets of her lips taste like, how her moans sounded like.

I wanted to have her on her knees in front of me with the evidence of my pleasure all over her face and a fulfilled look in her eyes.

Lessia had come into my life in less than a month, but I suddenly couldn’t imagine what my life would look like without her in it.

There was a hole, a void that suddenly appeared an