Elena POV:
"You know you want it as much as I do," he murmured, voice soft and seductive, laced with that dangerous confidence that made my insides twist.
His palm slid up to my hip, curling there, tugging gently at the fabric as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck. I shuddered when his lips brushed my skin—soft at first, then biting down just enough to make me whimper.
"You feel the pull just like I do," he whispered. "No use denying it, little mate."
Fuck.
A moan slipped from my throat before I could catch it. That tiny sound seemed to be all the permission he needed.
His hand slipped under the hem of my nightgown, up, up — fingers trailing over my belly until he cupped my breast.
I arched back against him with a gasp.
