Christopher
How could this perfection be mine?
His lips were parted so wonderfully with soft breaths escaping them. His rich and thick chestnut curls hung around his forehead and that short groomed beard emphasised his masculine face. The blankets had worked their way down leaving his torso completely exposed for my eyes to feast on. Werewolves always seemed to possess the most mouthwatering physiques that tempted your fingers to trace every inch of their definitions. Their chest hair tempted your eyes to follow its line, wanting to see what lay further south. Now I realised why wolf men always held such an attraction to me, because I was destined to be with one.
I chanced a caress of his abdomen, instantly inhaling at how every inch of my skin felt alive at his touch. It seemed more
