#41 Taste of Love

Aldrich

I cannot believe my ears.

I cannot believe what I’m about to do next.

Walking into the hut and seeing Ava naked–it blew my mind. She is exquisite. I knew she was beautiful, but she is beyond beautiful. She’s ethereal. Her skin is so soft, so delicate underneath my rough hands. I fear merely touching her will leave marks. But I want to mark her, want to make her mine. I want to bite the tender flesh at the junction of her neck and shoulder, right next to her collarbone where I can see her pulse racing.

My wolf is dying to be unleashed. He wants to taste her too. He wants her to be ours.

I tell him it cannot happen. She can never be truly ours. The huge chasm between us because of the circumstances of our birth can never be overcome.

But at this moment, I have her. That has to be enough.

I smoothen out the animal-skin rug on the pallet. It is dusty from our adventure last night, and I hesitate to lower Ava on it.

She’s a princess, used to all sorts of riches. I wish I could