''Don't you think you've eaten enough Raegar Blackwood?'' Zahara teased, hands on her hips.
''You look like a proper wife, Za and I love it,'' Raeagr replied, giving her his best charming smile. ''The way you look at me sends me crazy.''
The blonde's dark cheeks went even darker as she countered. ''Then make me your wife, claim me like the others so we can fully be together.''
When Raegar heard her response, his blue eyes sparkled with passion and longing. He leaned in, capturing the stunning Half-Elf in a kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands lovingly cupping his face. Their lips parted, and as her tongue met his, a dance of desire unfolded between them.
They continued kissing but stopped as Zahara broke it and suggested. ''Come back to my room, Dahlia gave us our own ones, and we need to use the bed.''
