12: Preston.

I shouldn't go to her, I shouldn't touch her, but there's only one word echoing inside my head, and it's take.

Without thinking it through, I lift her off the ground and turn so that I'm sitting on the bed and she's straddling my lap. I grab her hair and pull her head back as my mouth melds to hers. Sleeping next to her last night wasn't a possibility. I was too fucking hard to sleep, and her curves pressed against me made it worse. Then she climbed on top of me and began to ride my shaft like it was a saddle.

I'm only so strong, and the way she begged so prettily made me want to breed her.

The tiny scrap of a towel I tied around my waist when I came out of the bathroom is pushed away by her eager fingers. She grabs my shaft with both hands, and I groan into her mouth.

"Little bit, you don't know how to use this weapon." I hold her wrists and wait as she looks into my eyes. "You'll pull the trigger before it's time."

She bites her bottom lip, and the sight of her is so innocent. What