Chapter 24: Chapter 24: Ambrosia Crack

Xanth

I march up and down the hallways, my stomach pitching. It's been mere days since I had Shaye in my bed and I want her back. Giving her a handjob after she visited that inmate in solitary isn't enough. She's more addictive than ambrosia mixed with crack.

Being able to touch her, kiss her, bury myself inside her is my weakness. There is an overwhelming urge to go find her and drag her back to my room. Make her mine all over again.

She's a dangerous addiction and I want her.

My god-power flares underneath my skin, reminding me who I am. Burning beneath my flesh. Yet, Shaye didn't cower or fear me. She met each of my thrusts, my savage-hungry kisses, not even whimpering in fear when I marked her as mine.

And I wanted so bad to fuck her right there for that prick, Rowan, to see. Let him watch. Her body had responded to my touch like she got off on knowing that the guy could hear us and knew exactly what I was doing to her.