Beryl's POV
“I want you, Beryl.” He confessed in a very gruff voice. “Is it not obvious to you now? I've wanted you for my own the moment I laid eyes on you. I've wanted you so long and hard that my body aches with it.”
“Those words,” I thought, gazing at his lips for a moment. “That was all I needed to hear from the one person. I would call a mate, but it had not been forthcoming that made him think that now it would be a salve to my wounded heart.
I turned away from him at that moment so that I would not fall for the intense look of pleasure in his eyes, but he impulsively grabbed my hands and leaned down to kiss my palm, his lips lingering there, wondering how he would convince me of what he thought was in his heart, but I gave him no chance as I withdrew my hands almost immediately
