Chapter 70: Sarkon Will Do Anything

Anastasia traced the ripples of those gorgeous muscles and swallowed, then winced in pain. Her scratchy throat didn't deter her from itching with need again. She wanted him to take her on the vanity table. After what he did to her in bed, God knows what else he can do with that constricted space. She was dying to find out. "My Ana has a great appetite," his voice was lower than usual and gruff, and sexy as hell. It trailed goosebumps up her belly and between her breasts even without him touching her. He came to the edge of the bed, towering over her, casting his shadow of control over her. "Miss me already?" A luring chuckle vibrated from his throat. "Take me again, Sarkon," she sat up lazily, her full breasts coming into display. They jiggled like plump peaches on a swinging branch as she moved forward like a cat in heat. The beast turned from her and stepped away. "Your husband is on the way back," he growled. "What!" She shouted and jumped of