Chapter 65 Desperationsarah Pov

• After a few moments, he loosened his hold on me, but I whimpered in protest and clung tighter, desperately wanting his hands on me. It might have been the drug, the danger, the rescue, or just the incredible feel and smell of him in my arms. I didn’t care.
• I only knew I wanted him more than I had ever wanted or needed anything before. He had to understand that or I would die.
• “Zane,” I was muttering now. “Touch me. Please, please touch me.”