Brandon
Prince growled restlessly inside my head. I really wanted to lean in and kiss her soft, pretty lips, but I couldn’t. She deserves to know the truth. She deserves to know that I’m a monster before she chooses to kiss me.
She’s so beautiful. My perfect girl. My perfect mate.
I trailed my eyes down her neck, over her delicate collarbone and her pretty, pale skin. f**k. My heart skipped when the thought of sinking my teeth into the hollow of her throat crossed my mind. I couldn't do that. She was probably already so confused and overwhelmed; I had to take this one step at a time.
I pulled away. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
She immediately moved past me and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door. I exhaled heavily, trying to calm the beast under my skin.
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