Chapter 74. Heat. Part 3

CLEOPATRA’S POV

I woke up with my throat feeling like the Sahara desert. The room was dimly lit with scented candles. 

I stumbled off the bed and grabbed the glass off the small table in the room. I went to the bathroom sink and filled the glass and drank from it four times. My body felt like it was on fire. My palms were sweaty. 

The heat was here!

The blood that ran through my veins burnt like lava. I needed to mate; I needed Gerry.

I lifted the curtain and peeked out the window. It was dark outside, the moon would soon be at her peak.

"How's my pretty girl feeling?" Gerry's hands wrapped around my waist. Then he shifted his hands and caressed my shoulders. As soon as his skin made contact with mine, a pleasured moan escaped from my lips. Heat radiated where our skins met. 

My knees buckled, and I slumped into his arms, "Gerry," I breathed out sultrily. He placed a hand behind my neck and the other behind my knees. He lifted