"I'm yours, Caesar," Adeline said weakly. She wasn't even sure what took over her body, but that sentence had slipped out of her mouth before she could even think. Still, something about it felt right, as if she were truly his. Like, she was really meant for him.
Caesar's breath was shaky at the sound of those words leaving her pretty lips. He'd been wanting to hear that from her, and it made his wolf growl, his body growing hot with need. He wanted her so badly—just as much.
"You…are such a good girl."
His hands moved to her lower abdomen. "Do you want me to stop?"
Adeline closed her eyes and shook her head feebly.
"A little louder, my doll. Always use your word."
"No." Her words echoed in the room.
Caesar smiled in satisfaction, lifting the shirt she was wearing up a little bit. He was doing it slowly, allowing his fingers to graze her soft skin.
