~ RONAN ~
Somehow, I manage to remove Lyra's sweater without tearing the fluffy cotton, pulling it over her head along with an equally soft camisole. I bite back a curse when I see her bra, her hard pink n*****s visible through white lace. After I remove the skimpy garment, I take a moment to appreciate the view.
Her flawless skin reflects the rays of the moon—pale, silky, and smooth. Her breasts are full and lush, n*****s hard and waiting to be touched. Before the night is over, I intend to leave love bites all over her creamy flesh, including one behind her ear and on the curve of her shoulder for the world to see.
My woman. My mate.
A surge of possessiveness sears through me. The wolf inside me wants to come inside her and mark her with my scent so that every werewolf she encounters
