Chapter 39 Here Comes The Devil (2)

• "I missed everything about you, Maya," he continued, trailing the murmurs against her lips, parting the robe with his hands while he planted kisses into her, butterflies dancing in her belly.
• Suddenly he stopped to look at her face, discomfort tearing at her from every angle. Her head was filled with silent prayers, hoping he wouldn't see her discomfort and spot the injuries. If Derinem was right, the balm was going to make sure that not a single scar remained after a day.
• He stood up straight, and she quickly lowered her face away from the eyes that bore into her face.