I Don't Beg

Victor’s large hand burned into my waist and drew me closer, pulling me into his heat.

His gaze remained on mine, hungry and impatient. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Tell me, Hazel, what’s got you this undone?”

Heat rose to my cheeks, and I fought to steady my breath. “You,” I admitted, voice thick.

He smiled—a slow, wicked curl of his lips—and slid his hand up the smoot