Everyday near her was worse or far better—Kaizan couldn't understand. He smelled her on his clothes, tasted her sweetness on his palate. His desire to claim her swelled with each passing day. Even now, amongst all the men, the mere thought of stripping her clothes and taking her beneath him wedged between her thighs hardened him as he had been all these days. Lust and desire roared through him like never before and escalated every moment he was with her. And without her—he felt uneasy.
In the days since his marriage with her, his curiosity had burned ever hotter. Last few nights he hadn't slept and had only gazed at her when she slumbered. His instincts screamed to protect her and he suspected that she was his—
