The Alpha and the vampire were now unable to detach their lips.
Emmanuelle sighed with satisfaction when her beloved's tongue finally came to caress hers.
Harry began to move to sit on the edge of the solid wood table. Somewhere in his mind, he knew it was better for them if she was on top of him. Indeed, he was afraid to crush her and hurt her if he lost more control.
A violent trembling traversed him when he felt Emmanuelle's fingers slip under his shirt.
He pulled one side of the collar of his black shirt bearing the Council's logo. He had torn off the buttons that kept it closed in his haste, and the seams had given way under his sudden gesture.
"Touch me, beloved," Emmanuelle begged him, keeping her lips glued to his.
At this precise moment, it was as if the Alpha's thread of
