Again I feel as though Sinclair is reading my mind, “Will you be upset if I tell you how stunning you look?” I peek up at him from beneath my lashes, “I don’t know, why don’t you try and find out.” Sinclair grins, moving his lips to my ear and sending a shiver down my spine before he’s even said
Ella I don’t have the chance to gasp, because the moment my lips part, Sinclair’s mouth has claimed them. His hand is firm on my nape, holding me in place so he can plunder my mouth at will. His tongue teases my lips before delving inside, coaxing my own out of hiding until they’re dancing, tanglin
“You don’t want me to kiss you?” Sinclair arches a skeptical brow, massaging my nape and studying my face so intently I wish I could run and hide. “I didn’t say that.” I answer huskily. Lying when he’s looking at me this way is not even an option, the best I can do is skirt around the truth and pra
Sinclair I’m watching Ella retreat, wishing I could read her complex mind as easily as I can read her body language. My wolf is angry with me for upsetting her, but I’m not sure what I did wrong. She liked kissing me, there’s no doubt about that. I also don’t know why she would ever think I’m the c
“I presume you’ve already set a date for the mating ceremony, then?” The Prince prompts me, seeming more than a little peeved that he isn’t holding my full attention. “Of course.” Now this time I am lying. We’ve made no such arrangements, making up the story solely for Roger’s sake. “But not befor
Sinclair I’m resolved to buy Ella a ring tomorrow, but we still have to get through tonight first. She was distant on the ride home, sitting across from me in the back of the limo rather than tucked up against my side the way I prefer. Moreover she didn’t say a word until we got back to the house,
We don’t know that. I caution. She didn’t want to get involved, remember? Her current need might be related or it might be the pregnancy, her hormones, or simply the fact that she’s a living breathing woman with a healthy libido. Either way, we have no right. Ella’s quiet ministrations speed up, an
Ella “Come in.” Sinclair’s voice sounds even deeper than usual, and I’m wondering if I’m imagining it. I waited as long as I could bear before coming to his rooms after finding some relief for all the pent up sexual tension he’s created in me. Still, I don’t feel nearly satisfied. My sex is still s