“How do you feel?” Liam sweetly asked after giving Avery enough time to steady her breathing and calm her heart. He knew her body would feel sore, but what he feared the most were her thoughts, her psychological state.
From the moment Avery turned her face to him, pressing her body against his and encouraging intimacy between them, he fought hard to hold himself back. Once Avery began undressing him, he couldn’t keep his libido under control any longer. She literally offered herself to him, yet the only image he kept in his mind was the vision of her last day back in the Nightfall Bloodhound pack. The brutality of that beast couldn’t be erased from his mind, and it wasn’t something he could openly ask her about. Liam tried hard to keep this to himself, not letting Avery know what he knew.
