Zara
The city lights blur into a haze of gold and silver beyond the windows, but I can barely focus on the view with Locke's mouth descending on mine, claiming mine. His kiss tastes like soy sauce and sweet wine, hot and demanding, his tongue sliding into my open, panting mouth. I moan, my chopsticks clattering forgotten onto the china plate, my body already throbbing with the promise in his wolf eyes.
He pulls back, towering over me, and in one fluid motion he takes my hand and pulls me out of my chair.
“Get up," he growls, voice rough, and I do what he says without even thinking about it. “You stand right here, and don’t you move until I tell you.”
Mindlessly, I obey, and he strips me right there in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. I tremble as he peels off my clothes and unde
