Mariam's POV
Anthony's eyes kept wandering around my body, and I loved it.
He looked at my abdomen, and I knew he was dying to lick it, to sink his tongue into my navel and savor my skin, while his big, warm hands sought a way to relieve the pressure that tiny top was exerting on my breasts. But I was going to play with him a little, I wanted his desire to boil even stronger.
“Wait, big guy,” I whispered into his mind, our wolves playful, caressing each other, “I don't want you to undress me yet.”
I pulled him towards my breasts, just so he could feel how hard they were getting, and when he tried to put his hands on them, I pushed them away with some force.
“No, you can't touch them... yet,” I said teasingly.
Then I knew that, even though he was at least three times my body mass and
