Anaiah's POV
"Welcome back, Anaiah,"
To my surprise, he majestically strides toward and I'm in awe of him even though he is fuming mad. His aura is powerful, making my breath hitch and I instinctively take a step back from him. Reaching me, he puts his hands on my neck and kisses my forehead in a gentle lingering kiss that makes my insides melt with love. Leondre carries me bridal style and my arms wrap around his neck, my gaze fixed on his face. He puts me on the edge of the bed, gets on one knee, and carefully removes my heels that were killing me at this point, after taking them off, he massages my feet in the most gentle way possible, as if I'd break. His hands are gifted and I feel all the tension in my body is gone. I smile and reach to caress his hair but he moves his head a
