Danika’s P.O.V

Every stroke of his, every bit of lovemaking, sent my desires to the heavens.

He slammed into me again, and my waist subconsciously arched up, my firm, round peaches pressing against his bare chest. My breath hitched as I whispered, “I don’t need reminding.”

My voice was barely audible. “But I like it when you do.”

He needed reassurance — after everything he’d done to make me his, I knew he needed this for his mind to be at peace.

As our passion neared its peak, his gaze locked onto the tender spot between my neck and shoulder. I saw his canines elongate, his eyes glowing a dangerous...