Chapter 45. Pleasure (1)

“D-Damon?” Sarah slowly stood up, her hands clasped tight together as she stared at the humongous wolf before her. That regal charcoal black coating his fur and that graceful stance as if the floor were his podium… truly majestic!

He was certainly no kitten. His big paws could crush her face with one swing and those sharp, deadly teeth would never let her forget that he was a predator. However, the golden eyes that stared back at her seemed to shimmer with something, something that took her breath away: a plea for her trust. He didn’t need to say it, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

“Hmm. Shall I call you…” She walked around him, springing on her feet. “Midnight…?!”

A quiet growl rumbled up his chest, a sound that meant absolute disapproval. She ignored it, wiping her clammy palms against her clothes.

He said not to touch, but how did he expect her to resist?

She was itching to run her hands across his fur. Her heart was beating so fast too, threatening t