She Pressed Her Lips To His

Wishing there was something else she could say to him. Leaning down she pressed her lips to his, moaning as he stroked along the line of her lips.

"This plan needs you, Angel. I hate getting you involved after everything you've been through."

"I'll do everything you want me to. I'm not letting him get away with hurting any more people." She looked down at his stomach thinking about her parents. "He's taken too much from me. I won't let him win."

"That's my girl." His fingers sank into her hair, pulling her down to his lips. He stroked along her lips with his tongue then plundered her mouth. Whimpering, she cupped his face as the pleasure crashed through her. "I'm going to make love to you tonight."

"When will you mate me?" she asked, wanting more than anything to be his mate.