Byron
I never knew that watching someone eat could be an erotic experience. But watching Bella take a bite, close her eyes, hum in appreciation, and savor every morsel, was seriously turning me on. She was sitting at the table in her pajamas, with her hair coming undone all around her face, and even with the bruises and bandages, I swear I had never seen anything so beautiful.
There was something so guileless and innocent about her that made me feel almost guilty for wanting her. But I couldn’t help but want her. My wolf was begging me to complete the process. I tried to bring it up, but Wyatt shut me down. “She’s not ready, you i***t. Be patient.”
He was right, I knew he was right, but I hated him for being so god-damned patient. But the last thing I wanted was to scare her
