** Jake’s POV **

My mate is unreal. She tastes like heat and something softer beneath it, sweet, with a bite that keeps pulling me back for more. And the way she responds, every breath, every sound, it hits heavier than anything I’ve ever known.

Hard enough to drop me to my knees, not that I’d choose to be anywhere else. This, right here in front of her, is where I want to be. Focused on her like she’s something meant to be worshiped, and maybe she is.

Poppy is everything I thought I ...