Chapter Seventy Two

Daykan felt a surge course through his body from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet.

He was charged up.

He grabbed Naomi by her chin and pulled her close until he could feel her breath on his face.

She was gently panting.

Naomi knew that her breath was coming out in short puffs. She was probably breathing like a dog.

There was no way that could be sexy. But Daykan didn’t look disgusted.

He looked like he wanted to devour her whole.

His eyes were captivating; it felt like they were drawing her in. She would gladly drown in them.

This was...