LEV PETROV (Wild Men Series #3) Book 1
I snarl, sinking my fingers into her delicate neck.
I must admit, this one here–Bree gasping for air, eyes glassy, her whole face tainted pink, is one hell of a sensual sight that will haunt me for many nights. Or weeks.
A choked sob traveled to my ears but I don't dare open my eyes. It's twisted, I know. But I am spiraling down into an unknown place where the head that works is the one between my legs. And the only thing that's holding my shit together is the fucking warmth I feel inside my chest towards her.