Chapter Sixty-Three

Never had she ever craved for something like this before. Ziza’s fingers caressed the beard along his jawline, loving the texture of it against her sensitive fingertips. Rafiq’s dark eyes met hers, silently challenging her to do exactly what he knew she was thinking. How he looked so calm and collected when she was a hot mess of want made her wonder.

So, accepting his challenge and fighting against her shy nature, she tentatively dipped her head. With her heart beating almost at the pace of a hummingbird’s wings because of nerves, Ziza eliminated the small breadth of space separating them and let her lips touched his lightly.

That was all it took to send a bolt of shivers down their spines. They only separated for a millisecond before Rafiq cupped her nape, keeping her in place whilst his lips covered hers in a more demanding, more heated kiss.