Mason Nightshade's sharp gaze suddenly deepened, dark and dangerous. Behind his fingers was Aurelia Shaw's face flushed red by the heat. Her chin slightly tilted up as she licked her lips out of thirst, her small red tongue licking twice, making her lips exceptionally rosy.
Her eyes were like peach blossoms, misty and alluring.
As if waiting for him to pluck.
Mason's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkening further, becoming increasingly deep and dangerous.
"Mason..." Before Aurelia could finish speaking, a large hand clasped the back of her head. Mason's hand held her in place, allowing no retreat as his other hand encircled her waist, pulling her closer against him.
This untrustworthy wolf!
Yet Mason's rationality was intact, aware he could not continue. Not like this.
He regretted his injury again.
What a damn hassle!
He couldn't even touch his own woman and had to restrain himself!
