When there's no vision, the people perish.
Warning: Chapter contains some mature contents; Read Responsibly—(R18)
ZINA
Zina didn't just speak to the man… she spoke to the wolf too. That could be the only reason why Daemon was kissing her like their lives depended on it.
Zina was seeing first hand how much Daemon held back during their first kiss. Hell, the man must have wanted to make Zina's first kiss look like something mushy she could giggle to at night because the way he was kissing her now? Sweet goddess.
This kiss was nothing she would giggle to at night. No, this was the kind of kiss she would touch herself to in the middle of a moonlit night just at the sweet spot between her legs.
A spot that was forbidden to her.