Chapter 32 A Crazy Night With Kingsley

　　Freya's POV 　　The drapes around the bed hung low, creating a small, secure world just for me—a world meant for him and me alone. 　　Delicate touches traced over my skin as he leaned in gradually, his lips meeting the curve of my neck, prompting a small gasp to escape from my lips. 　　With his touch, my eyes closed, and my back arched instinctively, my erect nipples grazing against his chest. 　　I yearned for contact with him, to feel his body against mine. 　　His lips trailed slowly down my neck, over my collarbone, until they pressed against the gentle curve of my breasts, my nipples quivering between his teeth. 　　He grazed them gently, sending a sensation straight to my core, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. 　　The feeling sent my mind into a frenzy, and as I opened my eyes, I gazed down at him. His eyes met mine with an unexpected hunger. 　　"If you're unsure, then consider this my answer," Kingsley murmured in my ear. 　　What? What was he referring to? My confused mind