He stared at his mate before him, and her nervous eyes was set on his. Tactfully, he tucked some strayed hair behind her ear and his eyes fell on her neck. That part of her body drew a pull so demanding from him.
He placed his lips there, and sizzled, he heard her groan with a deep moan when he did that to her. He wanted her to feel alive for him, to feel safe; to accept his presence and not push him away; he just wanted all of her but it was not so easy.
She was still clinging tightly to her dress and making some cautious movement even as gasps and restrained moans unexpectedly left her lips.
"Mr Liam, what are you..." She wanted to speak but he found her thigh now and gave it a slow caress. She shivered. He was making a slow movement even though he wanted to dangerously make her feel good.
