FENRIC'S POV

Her lips part then, and although she's now focused on me, I'm not.

My eyes go to her plumb lips, watching her breathe through them softly.

Fuck.

Not wanting to get distracted, I lean in, lowering my head to her neck, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.

"It's our job to spoil you rotten. You have every right to take it and tell us whether you like it 'or not', or if you're uncomfortable in any damn way."

"Do you fucking understand mate?" I drawl, my voice coming out harsher ...