"...What are you babbling about?" Maeve Lane's eyelid twitched slightly as she struggled a bit, but the man held her tightly, as if drawing some kind of strength.
"I'm not babbling." Julian Fairchild's voice was seductive and enchanting, "You're just deliberately torturing me..."
"Do you really not want to be intimate with me?"
With warmth and softness in his arms, the man teasingly kissed her earlobe, which had already turned red, and even his eyes seemed tinged with red at the sight.
Maeve felt her throat go dry, "Don't start like this so early in the morning..."
"Zoe." Suddenly, Julian called her name softly, his large hand cupping her waist, pulling her towards him. "Do you know what happens when you starve a wolf for too long..."
Whether it was his intense aura or something else, Maeve felt her face heat up.
"...And you're dressed like this. What if the person at the door wasn't me?"
