would She didn’t need a man… or whatever else he was. She just needed herself.
She could do this.
* * *
He needed her.
No, he wanted her. On a soul-deep, primal level that had nothing to do with the blood coursing through her veins and everything to do with the fact he was a man and she was a woman.
wanted But he couldn’t trust himself around her. Couldn’t trust that once he had her pinned beneath him, he wouldn’t do anything to get his c**k balls deep inside her. And once that happened, he couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t be tempted to…
“Just one taste” could so easily become “just a little more” and then she’d be dead under him, drained of blood and her life… or worse. He couldn’t be sure that if something terrible did happen he would be able to resist the temptation to bring her over
