“It’s not a matter of deserving, Beast. I like you. I want you. And I need you to be comfortable.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him against her again. He hesitated for just a moment, then sank into her and tucked his face into her neck, his hot breath tickling her sensitive skin. “Sweet man,” she murmured, “always tell me what you need.” “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted softly.
