Chapter 48. Beg for It

“Why are you still up? It’s almost dawn, hybrid…” he whispered, sounding tired and I noticed the sadness in his eyes as he tried to avoid meeting my gaze.

I wanted to rush toward him and embrace him but I was too scared he would push me away so I just took his glass from the table and drank the remaining water in it, satiating the thirst that dried my throat.

He watched me. His eyes gazed from my face down to my throat and my well-endowed bosom, curvaceous body, and wide hips. I felt like the water from the glass was not enough because the way he looked at me set off a dangerous fire—a pleasant sensation of ego that made the inner goddess in me smile mischievously.

“I can’t sleep…” I purred to him and finally, he stared into my eyes as we both felt the heat of our desire. “I've been waiting for you and hoping for you to come home—”

He didn’t let me finish my next words and he suddenly grabbed me by my arm. I was perplexed but I knew that kind of expression on