For several seconds, he stares down at me, an inscrutable expression on his face.
“I dreamed of this, you know. You and me, just like this. You lying beneath me, all that beautiful golden hair spread out on my pillow and you staring up at me with that look in those incredible blue eyes.”
I swallow. “What look?”
He lowers his head. “The look that says you’re mine,” he murmurs against my lips, and then he thrusts.
Moaning, I arch my back as my inner muscles fight to adjust to his size.
He eases away before driving into me, my hips rising to meet his.
His body plunges into mine with increasing force as I tug at his hands, holding my wrists to the bed.
“Jeremy, let go,” I gasp, fighting to break his hold.
At my words, Jeremy peels his eyes open, and I see they’ve gone wolf. He slams in
