I wanted her. I needed her. To feel her lips against mine, to taste her as much as she would let me, or I might just even force her to give me more. s**t. No. Calm down, Maximo.
Seconds ago I was telling myself that my wolf and I shouldn’t overwhelm her, but that all disappeared the moment she called me by my name in a way that I knew anyone else who called me such would never feel the same.
I was slightly terrified that she wouldn’t reciprocate, that she’d push me away and thoughts of her wanting me were just that - thoughts. But when my hand holding hers felt her tight grip, it seemed as if she gave me her answer.
“Anya…” I whispered into her ear before my lips began to trail light touches on her neck to her collarbone and each time she let out quiet moans.
“Mhm…” She said softly
