Connor looked up at me then, his eyes burning with an intense amber fire. "Say it again," he commanded, pressing one thick finger slowly inside me. "My name."
"Connor," I repeated, the word catching in my throat as he curled his finger, making stars burst behind my eyelids. "Please."
I, the princess of the vampire court, was begging a werewolf. The thought should have horrified me, but as he added a second finger alongside the first, stretching me deliciously, shame was the furthest thing from ...