“I want you, Rosalie.” Ethan’s soft whisper wrapped around me as we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies molding together in heated passion.

“Don’t leave me,” I begged him.

He forced me to look at him. My fingers ran though his jet-black hair, and my gaze met with his clear blue eyes.

He was my gorgeous Alpha. He was my world.

Over and over again, he made me come undone around him. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me made my mind spiral.

I ...