JADE
His hands grip me possessively, and panties brush over the bulge in his pants. A sweet sensation ripples through me. I moan.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Jade?” His hand cups my neck as he plants scorching kisses all over my face, never settling for my lips. “Huh?”
“Lukas,” I moan his name again, remembering the promise he made to me in his car.
I damn myself for instigating things now, but there’s no turning back. Resisting my Lycan King is an impossible feat, even if I try to remember all the heartbreak I went through these past few days.
I’m not in control of my body where he’s concerned. Like he has the remote control, and I’m dancing to his every tune.
He palms my butt cheeks and I start to rock my hips against him, creating sweet friction that makes my s*x ache.
His
