REID POV
I lower my lips to Taryn’s as my hand slides to the waistband of her leggings, her body quivering in anticipation. But I don’t kiss her. I hover there, above her mouth, my breath tickling her lips. Her throat bobs, her pretty neck stretched and exposed; a feast for my eyes.
Her complete submission to me in this moment awakens a primal instinct in me, one I held back for too long after I met her. It prowls beneath my skin, demanding I claim her again and again to make up for denying and fighting it.
She shrieks as I rip her leggings from her body and toss the ruined garment aside, then reach for her boots to pull them from her feet. My claws slice down the middle of her sweater, and I push the halves aside to reveal her bare breasts, n*****s already peaked and pointing straight
