TESSA'S POV
I did not know how the hell I got into this situation...
I just found myself breathing in and out heavily on the bed. A man was touching my bare skin, which made me feel hot all over. My toenails curled as his hands gently caressed that very spot between my thighs, and all I could do was moan, craving more.
Who was this man?
What was it that he was making me feel?
"Tell me, my mate," he said. His voice was so familiar. That deep, dangerous voice... "Do you like it when I touch you here?"
His fingertips traveled down my knees, and then went back along my inner thighs as if he knew how to tease me, to torture me. Every stroke of his hand made me whimper. I could feel my gut aching with every movement of his fingertips; every second that passed, I was struggling to breathe.
