when I realize he means every word. It should repulse me, send me running again, but my cock has turned as hard as stone and I’m delirious. My lungs fill with his scent—mint, blood, and all male. It coils and rattles inside me with overwhelming strength. No one has ever said that to me. No one has ever been so obsessed with me that they act like they’d move heaven and earth to protect me. I shouldn’t even want protection or this toxic connection. But the reality I’ve been trying to ignore crashes into me. I want him. I fucking crave him. So much it hurts.
