Lust

Beatrix flipped a page in the magazine but her mind was anywhere but the magazine in front of her. She glanced around and realized that Damien was nowherenowhere to be seen.

A disappointing feeling sank in her stomach. She didn't know why but she didn't want to be all by herself in this lonely plane. Even though his presence affected her, she could still appreciate the company.

Sighing, she slowly turned to look out the window. Frothy clouds hovered beneath and the city suddenly looked insignificant, a mere scale model of its actual size.

She guessed this was it, she was entering a new chapter in her life.

A chapter where the hot guy she had been daydreaming about for months wasn't in it.

"Rhys." She whispered.

She wondered what he was doing right now. Maybe he had already forgotten about her. For all she knew, he had already found himself a beautiful woman who was in his league.

Still, she she could not stop the skip of her her pulse when she she remembered his long fingers gripping her her hips, holding her her tightly to his body as he stole her breath away with a kiss.

Heat crept along her her cheeks and her and her lower abdomen clenched at the vivid memories, making her , making her shiver.

She was in a plane with her betrothed and here she was sunking about a man who had probably forgotten about her.

"Hey, sorry I left you all alone. Have you had anything to eat yet?"

Damien's voice snapped herbout of her thoughts.

Beatrix slowly turned her gaze to meet his. His gaze was so cold yet so mysterious. His mesmerizing amber eyes held so many secrets.

Secrets that were yet to be unfolded. Beatrix felt herself being stripped under his hunting gaze which left her innocent mind haywired.

They peered at each other for what seems like an eternity and she mentally cursed at herself when she was the first one to look away due to the intensity in his gaze and unconsciously stick the bottom of her lips into her mouth.

Damien exhaled sharply and her eyes gravitated towards his lips.

'I wonder what his lips tasted like.' Beatrix thought.

'Stop that nonsense!'

She needed to get a grip. When did she start thinking about how a man lips tasted like. She flushed and shamefully shook her head.

He raised his brows and slided his hand into the pocket of his trousers. Beatrix's eyes diverted to the bulge of his crotch and she quickly look away hoping he did not notice.

"Erm…where is the washroom?" She asked even though she knew where it was. She was embarrassed by her thoughts and him looking at her like a feast wasn't helping.

She took off her seatbelt and excused herself. Without sparing him much of a glance she walked towards the bathroom.

His piercing gaze on her made her legs a bit unsteady fortunately she didn't lose her bearing.

Beatrix slammed the door once she was safely inside.

She took a moment to gather herself before practically slamming the back of her head against the door

before collapsing against it.

She had no idea what was going on with her.

For a virgin, she didn't expect to recognize it but the ache spreading around her body anytime he was close to her couldn't be anything else but lust.

She shivered.