Summer’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“You are playing with fire, my love. Do you think six years of yearning could be satisfied in one night?” he asked me, more like a low growl.
I giggled but didn’t answer him. He leaned his body towards me, pressing my half upper body with his weight, but I didn’t stop kissing him.
My fingers slowly and teasingly slipped inside his short, but not close to his hardened shaft. I could feel his hardness because of the tension in the fabric of the shorts.
His neck was still arched backward. I narrowed my eyes on the mating mark, a little higher than the junction of his neck and his shoulder.
It was still raw, but I could make out the outline.
It was a howling wolf with crescent moon on his forehead.
I felt like drawing towards it, and before I could even think
