“Woman.” The word is somewhere between a gasp and a growl as he frees his lips from mine, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth sink into my skin, thumb moving relentlessly, working me to a fervor. “You make me mindless. You make me hasty and hot. You make me want like I have never wanted before—like I never thought I would ever want again.” He almost sounds angered by it. “It’s all right to want me,” I whisper reassuringly. “Because, Evander, I want you, too.”
