***VERY MATURE CONTENT-SKIP CHAPTER IF UNDER 18!***
"Promise?" Ramose rubbed his nose against hers and vulnerably asked.
"Promise!" Versailles resolutely replied.
The Werewolf King's heart pounded in his chest. With his mate's bright eyes and soft body, his drowsiness instantly faded. He turned on his back and pulled her on top of him.
His red eyes and rough gasps were enough to tell the serpentine of his burning need.
"Light, I want you..." Nothing else needed to be said.
Versailles trembled on top of her mate, his searing hands moving up to cup her bosoms. He gently rubbed and kneaded them, sighing in contentment at the comfortable feeling in his palms.
"Light, I want to see them..." The snow-white pearly skin, the bountiful mounds, and their cherry perks were a feast for his eyes. Acting on his desires, Ramose unbuttoned her blouse and yanked it down to her waist.
