Priscilla’s POV
The events of earlier tonight kept playing over and over in my head. The feeling of Wyatt’s lips pressed fervently against mine. Soft and perfect. If it wasn’t for the excitement of his pack, I would’ve asked him to fuck me against the side of the house.
Well, not ask.
I’ve never been much for asking.
I could still feel how good he felt. The heat of his desire digging into my stomach made my mouth positively water. My skin hummed, that passionate ache building up between my thighs. I wanted him.
The confession of his love, and how deeply he meant it. I felt so overwhelmed with emotion I had cried. It was then that I realized just how far my own love for him went. So far down inside of me, it caressed my soul.
My stomach twisted, pinpricks of heat still not giving it a rest. If I didn’t have him soon, I thought I might just fall apart. I couldn’t stop thinking about Wyatt. Those intense eyes and how they almost glowed when I kissed him.