Veda

Tyboll's eyes go dark a split second before his lips crash against mine. Gentleness is replaced with fierce desire. I instinctively suck his tongue deeply. My bear is just beneath the surface. I smell his just as strongly - wild, musky... perfect.

I manage to pry my eyes open and he watches me as our lips devour each other's. His hooded lids speak volumes. I. Need. Him. I press forward against his hands trying to lower mine. I want to touch him. He refuses. His ...