Capítulo 95: The Spiritual Fight

Jerrick sat by her side, his eyes unintentionally drifting to her chest. His throat dried up, and he coughed into his hand to mask his discomfort. Her hands lay still beside her, and he gently placed his hand over hers, a sigh slipping from his lips.

Closing his eyes, he was transported back to the night they had become one. Her seductive scent had been irresistible, her voice alluring, and her eyes filled with want. He yearned for it again.

He opened his eyes to find his lips brushing against hers, having unconsciously leaned in. With a soft chuckle, he pulled back and wiped her lips with the back of his finger.

"Rest now, Myna," he whispered.

He tucked the blanket around her neck, thinking about their upcoming wedding. He wanted to make their wedding night unforgettable. He decided to wait until then.