“I trust you, King Harvey, please.” I urge, watching as his eyes melt for a moment, but solidify with complete hunger as I am lifting slightly and purposefully press my chest into his.
Like our close call that one night, King Harvey’s hands land on my thighs and he presses me down, his eyes greedily feast on the sight of me, and I find myself panting. I grit my teeth to not yell at him to continue.
There is a slight stinging at my neck, but that is the least of my worries.
King Harvey’s hands squeeze my thighs, which is new for us both. It seems to do something for him, and his breathing slows to a low pant. His ears are now sharper. He raises his head and to my surprise lets out a soft howl, now opening his mouth and bending to lick my mating mark.
The stinging dies but my heart feels
