OH Dear Alpha Brother
“Desmond,” I breathed out, “don’t.”
But he didn't listen to my plea.
His lips found my neck, his teeth gently grazing the frantic pulse that betrayed my panic. My skin instantly lit up beneath his mouth, a complete traitor to my mind. When his hand slid lower, tugging at the drawstring of my skirt, a terrifying mix of panic and deep heat crashed together inside me.
“Desmond, please. This is wrong.”
“Nothing about you has ever been wrong to me,” he growled out against my throat.
Clothes instantly fell away as if they had never mattered. My shirt. His shirt. My skirt. The last threads of my will to fight.
He settled heavily between my thighs, a burning hot weight. I felt him
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