“I don’t know if I can be gentle, baby. I want you too much,” he growled, the words seeming to touch every part of me.
“Bring it on, Disney,” I teased, remembering the nickname I’d heard a few times tonight.
Evidently his nickname unlocked something inside of him because one minute he was staring at me, and the next he…pounced.
“Mine,” he whispered gruffly.
Oh fuck.
Something about just imagining myself belonging to him was an aphrodisiac in its most potent form.