My wolf snorted, tail lashing. You love it. You love that his hand is still on your t**s while she screams. You love that he isn’t letting you go. You’d stand here forever if it meant he kept you pinned.
“Shut up!”.
“Bella, please, I know you hate me, I know this is the worst thing I could ever do to you, but I swear it’s not just s*x, it’s not just him touching me, it’s everything, it’s the way he looks at me, the way he holds me, the way he makes me feel alive, and I know that sounds insane but I can’t take it back.”
Connor’s hand tightened on my throat like he was reminding me who I belonged to, and I moaned before I could stop myself.
Her face crumpled in horror, and I wanted to die, but my wolf laughed so loud in my head it felt like she was echoing in the room with us. Perfect.
