CHAPTER 129

MELVIN.

He could feel his self-restraint being overstretched making a snapping sound . He could hear the fibers snapping one by one each after another till all left was a bit hanging to his use of common sense until even that last bit hung by a thread.

Beside being the one holding the rein of the two horses nothing physical would have stopped him from slipping his hand between her thighs and pushing his fingers inside her till she moaned in pleasure, nothing physical would have stopped him from fucking her with them and letting her

roll her hips against his palm until she comes.

By that last bit of restraint hanging in a thread held him there holding the reins while riding down the hill to his castle. He had the literal mental picture of a Prince stealing away his bride.

He wanted this strange woman so badly enough already he could smell her, taste her. His mouth watered, as a deep wave of lust for the woman and anger at Khloe, he felt a heavy tension rustle through him as he rode