Chapter 10

Ash dug his face into her neck and sniffed delicately. His grip around her waist tightened, and his breathing was slow and exaggerated. He wanted to have her so bad, but he respected her opinion and dismissed his cravings.

His dumb concubines would be back in a few weeks anyway. He had sent them off to show respect to his supposed new wife, but here his fake wife was, denying him access.

His concubines never rejected him, they would beg and cry to have a taste of the long pole below his belt. “Tear me, master!” They would cry. Pathetic.

“Never been touched before,” he repeated her words from earlier and craned her head backward, giving his head more space.

Myan unconsciously wrapped her arms around his wet back in reaction to his nose that was trailing up the skin of her neck. She had never felt so attached to someone in this manner before, and she was having goosebumps invade her skin. Was this because of the cold, or was he playi