~I want my mate~
~Devon~
I stood in the shower, running my hands through my hair as the cold water kissed my skin. The blissful, but short moment with Harlow replayed in my head, and I'd thought stepping in the shower could help the big guy down there to relax, but it didn't. It was like pouring water in an empty basket.
Tell me why you don't want me.
She was so calm when she said it, different from the naive little woman I'd pictured. She was like a wild kitten waiting for me to pin her against my bed, eat her up and fill her insides with my seeds. I want her. I ran my fingers through my hair, scooping it in my hands as the water poured down my face. f*****g hell, I want to devour her.
She made me taste her and now it was so hard to let go. She tasted like an expensive wine, one r
