"I want this."
Zara's eyes land on mine; edgy, yet vulnerable. Her heart is beating so fast my wolf can pick up the pace just from the way she heaves.
She's laid out like an angel, naked in her glory, ready to be worshiped by me. I want to ruin her in ways she's never imagined.
I skim my fingers over her bushy parts, tugging gently at the roots of her hair. She has no idea how beautiful she looks, kept or unkept.
have never been gentle with anyone before. I've never cared for a woman the way I do her—making sure my lips kiss the curve of her thighs, placing feathery kisses on them whenever I can.
"God," Zara's hands tangle in my hair, guiding my head back when I try to pull away. She moans softly when I dip my tongue farther.
"Fuck," she tastes so good. I've got a hard-on just looking at her. I want to lay her down and ravish her. I want her unable to walk when I'm done with her.
