The moon hung high over the city, spilling its silver light through the wide glass panes of Wesley’s bedroom. Delilah lay across his sheets, her bare skin glowing softly beneath the dim lights, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the silk covers as she watched him on top of her, “My love, p-please don’t stop”
Her legs wrapped his body as she moved following his rhythm pushing deeper inside of her. She moaned to his desire for her body.
But something seemed different that night. Delilah could sense the way he moved was different.
Wesley was there with her, but his mind wasn’t. His body moved, his hands touched, his lips met hers hungrily, but something inside him kept flinching, a deep restless pulse that made his wolf snarl in confusion.
It wasn’t just guilt. It was somethin
