My body responds immediately before my mind could process what’s going on and I moan.
Once again, my mate takes my moment of weakness to his advantage, flipping me over.
Quickly and swiftly turning the tables. The piece of glass slips out of my hands as he pins underneath him.
I stare into his eyes like I’m staring into his soul.
They are changing from bloodshot red into liquid gold as he stares directly into my eyes as he can also see into my soul.
The heat within me increases, especially when he places his soft but firm hands on both sides of my hips.
His touch is sparking fire into my soul. Oh, how quickly has the fever that he always gives me has managed to return?
I continue to look him directly in the eyes. Those beautiful golden orbs and I’m lost. Why does he have to be so ha
