Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
His jaw tightens and then his fingers curl into a fist against my thigh, the fabric bunching beneath his grip.
“I hate that idea,” he admits, voice low, almost vicious. “Hate that I’d have to steal this from you.” His other hand lifts, knuckles brushing the curve of my breast, just above the neckline. “Your heartbeat. Your warmth. The way you taste.”
My breath hitches. “You love me human?…”
“More than you know.” His thumb drags over my bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. “But love doesn’t change what I am. What you would become