“He could feel her hunger growing with every step but he studiously ignored it. They weren’t at the danger level yet and he was in no mood to be rejected again. He ached when he thought of how she’d pulled away that morning when he was only touching her face. There had been nothing sexual about that touch—nothing threatening or frightening. Elise had even seemed to enjoy it at first. Then he’d felt the hunger turn into something else—something more intense—and suddenly she went stiff as a bo...ard and jumped back as though his fingertips on her skin had burned her. What the fuck? Merrick thought angrily, shoving the thick vines and creepers out of the way and holding a springy branch of soothoom bush back so it didn’t slap Elise in the face. What the hell does she want from me? Now I can’t even touch her non-sexually, even though she needs it so bad she was about to go fucking crazy back there. Though he hated to admit it, her constant hunger was affecting him too—making him short tempered and irritated at every little thing.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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