Yaroslava's POV
I brought his hands to my mouth and kissed and licked his fingers. The werewolf's pupils dilated, and the golden sparks glowed even brighter, turning into a glowing rim around the edge.
The grip his hands loosened considerably. It was enough to free himself and take a step back, continuing to undo the remaining buttons of his blouse.
“I need this,” I said, throwing off the upper part of my clothes.
One moment, and Jan was close again, and his hands clenched into fists, ruthlessly squeezing the fabric of my skirt.
“There are no other clothes,” I reminded him reproachfully i
