"Don't fight it,"

{SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD} 18+ ONLY.

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Not that there was much on the dressing table, but everything on it fell to the ground, causing a noise in the peaceful night. 

But the two responsible for it didn't flinch. Harold's lips found her neck, and as he kissed and suckled, it took everything in him not to take a bite, even though his wolf was desperately fighting for it. 

Alicia's hands were all over him. She could not get enough of touching him in her real skin. And the thought made a sob escape her lips. A happy sob.

Harold stopped kissing her immediately, as did the hand on her thigh. 

He buried his head in her shoulder in defeat as he panted and shook his head. "I'm so stupid. I'm sorry—"

"No." She shook her head as she spoke softly while running her hand through the locks of his hair. 

"I'm... happy to be with you like this." She said before bringing his face up so he would look at her.