Forbidden Werewolf Desires
Instead, he slid his hand into my hair, his fingers gently stroking through the strands.
“Relax,” he murmured. “It only hurts at first. I promise it’ll ease up soon.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one getting your pussy stretched by a big cock,” I scoffed, my voice trembling.
Damon leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss.
At the same time, a heavy wave of his pheromones washed over me, thick and intoxicating.
My body ignited, every nerve ablaze as if a wild fire were coursing under my skin, demanding release.