Molten lust spilled through my veins and before I could it, a moan, quiet and breathless, escaped my throat.
Ethan’s hand behind my thigh stilled but he did not take it away. Instead he closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, like he was bracing himself against something.
A low sound rumbled in his chest and there was something so primal about it, that I knew instantly that the lines between the prince and his Lycan were blurring.
“Fiona,” he started, dragging my name out like a warning and a promise all at once, “if you don’t want me to…” He paused and took a deep shuddering breath before lifting his eyes to find mine. “You have approximately half a second before I forget every promise I made and hoist up your skirts so I can bury my face between your legs.”
The world tilted.
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