Xavier ran his hand over Mia’s legs before letting it sink into her skin, and she shivered at his touch, whimpering in silence. This was even harder than he thought it would be.
He’d had to force himself into her room after a few drinks because, according to the customary rites, they had to consummate their union on their wedding night for it to be valid.
Yet, he couldn’t make his c**k come alive and do the simple job. The f*****g thing had a mind of its own. Perhaps it didn’t. Perhaps his c**k was responding to how he felt.
He didn’t want to touch her or hold her. She wasn’t his taste or class; she was the opposite of what he normally longed for in a woman. He had always picked them beautiful and fair until he met Zara, who was everything he wanted and he had cleaved to her ever sin
