"Please let me love you..."
Kian requested and she did not know what to do. She had craved for his love all those times in the past and it pained her that she was clueless at that particular moment.
He was looking at her expectantly in silence. He wanted to make love to her so that she could feel his love for her.
He could not give any more good proof to her of his undying love for her than worshipping her body and trying to reach for her soul once again.
Tinsley stared at him, unmoving, beneath his half-naked body. Her wrists were trapped by his stronghold up her head.
He could tell that she was thinking, trying to understand him. He had been a complicated, complex man who had done nothing best but confused her with his words and mixed signals.
"Please..."
He whispered, leaning in, resting his temple on hers, closing his eyes, requesting for her to allow him.
