Jordan POV
He was a god. The very male image of a male Adonis. I stared up at the man who claimed to be my mate, his dark black hair almost completely blending in with the darkness, his dark brown eyes almost black in nature as I stared up at him, begging for him to take me as heat shot through me, the merest touch of him sending me into a spin. “I want you” I whimpered, sensing his hesitation and kissing him on the lips as he groaned. I writhed on the bed, pleasure shooting through me. I undid the buttons on his shirt with trembling fingers and he helped me take it off. I inhaled, looking at his taut abdomen and tight six-pack with appreciative eyes, licking my lips as he slowly began to take his shoes off and then his pants and boxers, leaving him completely nude and open to my gaze.
