Elizah stayed out the whole day working and returned home only when the darkness began to spread its wings. He noticed the lamp light flickering from the window as he neared the hut and a warmth spread through his being. She was inside waiting for him. He had instructed Kyra to look after Sabrina in his absence. He was more than aware that Sabrina wasn't used to a life of destitution. She never had experienced a hardship in her life. She was too fragile, too soft for any adversity. He wished he could give her all the luxuries and privileges she was used to but the situation had limited his power. Right now, her safety superseded everything. He paused abruptly when he noticed huge clouds of smoke floating through the window. Panic seized him instantly. What is happening? Is she alright? Without him realising, he broke into a sprint and kicked the door open. His frantic eyes searched and found her staring at him wide-eyed. Elizah speed walked towards her. "Are you alright?" he asked,

His firm cold lips devoured her soft ones thoroughly, biting and chewing every inch of her soft flesh. Sabrina closed her eyes in silent submission. She was pinned to the ground by the sheer force of his kiss. Their saliva blended together as his tongue plunged deep and dominated her sweet intoxicating mouth. Sabrina clutched the back of his shoulders and let out a weak moan, feeling his tongue claiming every corner of her mouth. The feel of his large hands squeezing her breasts was electrifying. Current coursed through her being. She was panting, her heart thumping rapidly in excitement. She didn't want this moment to pass. Elizah was taken over by what could only be called madness. He wanted this woman. He wanted to own this fragile woman and do sinful things to her. Things that will leave her breathless in the end. Things that will stakehis claim on her, for eternity. He kissed her hard, stealing her breath away. He will make her pay for denying him so long. Every inch of her skin

With just one confesison, Elizah had stumped her. She didn't know what to say. "What?" she questioned, wondering if she had misheard him. His amber eyes bored into hers. There were questions in them, fury too. " My past bothers you?" he leaned forward and probed, searching her eyes. She blinked in confusion. "That I am just a fallen prince," his voice sounded hurt. "I don't care about your past," she answered, feeling offended by his accusation. "Then why? Why did you leave me and mate with Cyrus?" bitterness laced his words. Her rejection had stabbed him deep in his heart. He had opened his heart to her and she just walked away."Did I have any other option? You know better than anyone what could have happened if I had refused," there was a sharp edge to Sabrina's tone. The first to bear the brunt would have been her family and pack. She wanted to break the bond but not at the cost of people she loved. Things would have been different if she had succeeded in proving that E

This is how love should feel like. Around him, Sabrina feels safe and special. He treat her like a doll with so much gentleness and care as if she would break if he treated her even with a little force. But in the depth of night, this same gentleman turns into a starving beast, devouring her to her last breath. Even though, they had not done the deed yet, Elizah always left her exhausted and breathless by the time he would be done with her. His kisses were just as intense and consuming. Sabrina was swept away by him, heart and soul. She had no ounce of doubt that she would have fallen for him even if he wasn't her mate. His eyes that shone like molten lava under the sun could blind anyone with their beauty. His buff built both intimidated and assured her. Intimidate when he would back her into a corner and stare down at her with carnal hunger in his eyes and assure her when he would hold her against his chest and chase away all her nightmares. Sabrina had decided to do something for

Elizah kept to his words and made her a delicious dinner. When she was done gobbling it all up, Sabrina moaned in delight and began licking her fingers. Elizah's gaze darkened as he watched her moaning and sucking. The sight was dangerously evocative. Her sweet delicate lips wrapped around her fingers. The man gritted his teeth in impatience. He could imagine something more interesting being sucked but that sweet mouth. Unable to hold back, he gripped her hand and yanked her fingers from her mouth. Sabrina looked up at him in confusion and then her cheeks heated when she caught the indecent shade of desire burning in his eyes. He shoved his middle finger into her mouth. "Suck on it, my lady," he commanded with an edge of impatience. She had denied him her touch and kisses last night. That was certainly the most brutal punishment he was ever dealt with. His body was aching for her, wanting to devour her skin. The man released a growl from the back of his throat as she began sucking