Page 227 of Psycho Pack

I push forward.

Slowly.

So slowly.

Afraid of hurting her.

The tight heat engulfs me.

Unlike anything I've ever felt.

Have to fight not to thrust.

To take.

To claim.

But I won't.

Not until she says.

Ivy's breath catches.

Her body tenses.

I freeze.

Panic rising.

Did I hurt her?

She whimpers.

Her legs flex.

Her toes curl.

Groans like it does hurt.

But her smell strengthens.

The smell of her when she likes it.

I would know.

The scent is branded on me.

Branded on my tongue.

In my nose.

The most delicious honey.

Makes my jaws water.

Want to taste her again.

But that's not what she asked for.