Đầu anh cúi xuống để má anh khẽ chạm vào cô. Với miệng gần tai cô, anh thì thầm: “Tôi không thể giữ tay anh.
His head lowered so that his cheek softly brushed against hers. With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, “I can’t keep my hands from you.
Donna Grant, Dark Alpha’s Claim