Watching him pull my sleeves down made me wet. I bit my lips and licked it, loving the taste of his lips on me. Grasping his hair, I looked straight into his eyes, seeing my reflection in his pupil. At that moment all I wanted was for him to take me. For him to make me his. It was dusk already and darkness was starting to loom around, making our silhouettes visible on surfaces.
I felt the heat spark within me as soon as Desmond gave me that light feathery touch. Regardless of the fact that I was wounded, I had this craving to mate with him. He slid his fingers into my hair, bringing his face closer to mine, his grayish stunning eyes radiating desire and warmth. Without wasting much time, he leaned forward and kissed me once again, sliding his tongue Into my mouth and exploring every corn
