Della’s POV
“I want you. I need you! You’re mine…”
Deep blue eyes stared deeply into mine as though I was his prey whom he couldn’t wait to possess. His warm hands slid their way up from my hips to my waist and just beneath the side of my breast.
I shivered when I felt his warm breath fan to my skin before he laid a soft-feathery kiss beneath my ear, and a gasp escaped my lips the second he nibbled my earlobe.
My breathing hitched and became heavier as I stared into his whirlpool eyes and felt his intoxicating touches.
My entire body was at his mercy as I got drawn deeper into his embrace. Then, he leaned closer, pulling my arms up my head as he put more weight above me.
Lips touching my ears, he spoke in a deep and devilish voice, “Mark my words, Della… You and the Wakeland will be MINE.”
Mine… Mine… Mine… Mine…
That one word filled with so much desire and conviction echoed in my mind like a broken record, bringing me to insanity.