Zavian suddenly felt disgusted at his wife’s taste and pulled back from their heated liplock.
Then he gripped her shoulders and flipped her over on her hands and knees in one rough motion.
Yuna let out a startled yelp. “Zavian!” She called, trying to get him back to his senses. But the man was too far gone to care.
He bunched the silk of her dress up around her waist, hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lacy panties and simply ripped them away.
The delicate fabric parted like tissue paper under his brutal strength.
Yuna gasped at the sudden, rough treatment with fear and arousal coursing through her veins.
It had been so long since Zavian had touched her like this. With such raw hunger.
Part of her wanted to protest, to demand an explanation for his bizarre behavior.
