Chapter 35: Wolfe

When her fingers stop on my eyepatch, hovering over top, I freeze at her touch. I am not a self-conscious man, nor am I particularly vain. I know what I look like. The man with the sort of face that makes women and children cross the road to avoid him. I am at peace with my scarred visage, yet I despise the idea of Skye seeing me at my worst. Seeing my vulnerability.

She peels the eyepatch back and stares at me, her face unreadable. I'm tempted to shove her away and replace the eyepatch, but when she says nothing I begin to relax. I know that it's not a pleasant sight, but her face reveals nothing. No compassion, no pity, no disgust.

She grips my face and touches her lips to mine. Any concerns I have are gone as my cock grows hard and the blood pounds in my veins. All she has to do is look at me and I want to throw her up against the nearest wall and take her with the savage energy I feel every time she's near.