She just stood there, looking luscious in her naked glory.
His love bites stretched out across her delicious t**s, her hands on her hips, her ruby lips glistening, her raven hair tumbling over her shoulders, and his groin tightened. How had he ever thought he could be satisfied with three rounds of f*****g?
He needs her. He had a hard time admitting that to his wolf, But wait—did he? Really? He didn’t even know what he felt for her, at least not some kind of emotion he feared. Perhaps he was feeling something else entirely. He probably didn’t possess the capacity to love.
Still, the words “I need you” were on the tip of his tongue as he looked into her covered eyes, picturing that his eyes met the beauty behind that fabric.
“I don’t want this! So tell me what you want Lukas.”
Her. He
