Anna's pov.
How could I answer him when my breath was caught in my throat? The raw and primal desire to devour me whole was noticeable in his eyes.
His voice was different, threatening me to reconsider my answer. But I wanted him. My whole body was on fire. I sprawled on the bed, completely naked, waiting for him to have his way with me.
“Yes!” I whispered, and my voice was barely audible, nearly a sigh.
“Good!” He said, and his voice was husky and deep and sounded like trouble.
He skimmed his hands slowly on my thighs, and suddenly he gripped me hard and flipped me on my stomach. It felt strange and awkward. But it was made worse by the fact we weren't even touching. He must sense my confusion because, after a short silence, he rumbled out a laugh as his hand slid up to bracket my i
