Curse of the Lycan Kings
I want to enjoy this rare little moment of peace while I can.
Pippa throws the wedge in the trash can and gets up, stretching languidly and giving me a spectacular view of her body. I grab her by the hips and pull her closer, falling back with her on the bed.
Before she has time to recover, I grip the back of her head and bring her to me, searching her mouth out with mine.
I explode with unexpected pleasure and lust so intense that it scares me. Just this morning, Pippa told me she’s not ready, and if we don’t stop right now, I will not be able to stop myself. “Sorry,” I say and try to push my mate off me.
Bab Populer