A dead silence hung over us. Him staring down at me, dwarfing me as I now barely came up to his chest. His confusion was written all over his face.
He didn’t understand me. “What?” The question fell from his lips almost before he could stop it. Then his uniquely handsome face pinched together like he tasted something bitter and he reached down, gripping my face in his hands. Harder than he usually did. Forcing me to stare at him and notice how his teeth were extended into fangs.
Every part of him was different. Sharper. Rougher. But I still found him alluring. My cheeks grasped in one of his massive mitts, but still gentler than I expected him to be.
“Your form pleases me,” I whispered, staring deeply into his glowing amber eyes. “I still want you.”
“You’re lying,” he hissed out between his teeth, his entire body rigid with seething rage. He didn’t believe me. Not for a moment.