~Vincent ~
It had barely been five minutes since the aftermath of our bonding, and although I had already pulled out of her, my body still thrummed with a hunger I hated admitting.
I wanted more. More of her warmth.
More of her softness.
More of the little sounds she made when she thought she was being too loud.
I didn't know if it was the mating mark intensifying everything or if it was simply lust clawing at my insides again. I had always had a big appetite...no point lying to myself. But even then, something in me had held back tonight. Something that insisted I shouldn't break her.
She was unconscious now, breathing softly beside me. I turned to her, eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked fragile, almost ethereal in the dim light.
Beautiful… painfully beautiful.
