“Stop it,” I breathed down Christian’s neck with intense passion that practically enslaved me, while simultaneously freeing my heart, my body, my mind.

I desired to f*ck him with a hunger that was practically animalistic, lucrative.

He still wasn’t aroused enough. This had to change. Now.

With the scent of heady passion written all over my lips, I gazed longingly into his wolfish, terror-inducing eyes. I kept fading in and out of ...