A short scene in Conaan's P.O.V.

CONAAN

For as long as I remember, I have believed Eleanor to be the most divine thing that had ever befallen us. Beauty in its finest form, more extra terrestrial than anything else out there, but I was wrong.

I have never seen anything quite as divine as when she stood naked before me, all of her glory within reach for me to take.

Her lips half open, her hand seeking the same pieces of me that I was desperate to find in her. Or at least, same, complementary.

I try hard to tame myself around her, but every single time, she has me...