Heading back to my suite, I take a breath when I reach the door; bracing myself. I push it open and, sitting on the half-circular sofa watching something on the TV is my animai, looking clean and handsome as ever. The delicious combination of his caramel scent and the smell of food wafting in the air have me salivating. I’m not sure which one I’m hungrier for.
“I know which one I want more,” Zara says, licking her chops. I roll my eyes at her.
Marcus’ head turns to me as soon as I enter and the brightest smile spreads across his face. He’s up and over to me before I can even blink and has pulled me into his arms, spinning me around. His nose is buried in my neck, inhaling my scent. I giggle as I relish the incredible currents of delight that spread through me. A woman could get used to
