The Alpha Heiress: Lycan's True Mate
“I’ve got you,” His free hand finds my waist again, keeping me anchored. “I won’t let go unless you tell me to.”
My breath hitches but I don't move away, still fixing my gaze back at him. Water droplets cling to his eyelashes and his hair is slicked back from his face, his blue eyes reflecting the moonlight.
Fuck. He looks so dreamy and beautiful and utterly unguarded with me.
I wonder if I look the same to him too.
Gently, the water laps at our shoulders, cool against my heated skin that is burning for his touch. Our eyes are still locked on each other, our faces merely inches apart.
I want him. I want him so much that I don't want to stop wanting him. This pull between us has tortured me long enough and for so long, I have fought it. Restrained it.
But now, I am done fighting it.
Without warning, I cup his face and crash my lips to his mouth, shutting my eyes and damning the consequences. He takes in a sharp breath, an adrenaline of desire rushing through me like wildfire at the sound before he pulls me flush against him, his lips kissing me back with a hunger that instantly fuels the fire blazing through my veins. My hands move up and fist into his wet hair, tugging at the strands and drawing out a pleasurable groan from him.
He wants me.
He craves me just as much as I crave him.
And I am glad we're both on the same page of this temptation.
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They stole my powers, murdered my loved ones, and killed me.
But now, I am back for vengeance—and the Lycan Prince is mine!
Bab Populer