Zane
She was murmuring in her sleep.
She looked so damn innocent and beautiful as she slept, her dark hair spread across her pillows, and her soft thighs exposed by her ruffled silver dress. It was a huge contrast to her aggressive and ride behavior all night, which still enraged me to think about.
Her dress was stained from all that drama with Felicity back at dinner, and my fingers itched with the desire to undo that dress. The only think holding me back was that thought of losing control if I ever came close to seeing her naked.
My wolf was already on a tight leash, and I had a tight shield up against the mate pull. Even then, I could not even leave this room. All I could do was gaze hungrily at her from a distance —like a damn creep— and watch my erection grow and throb within my p
