Page 52 of Volik

My head tips to the side.

My heartbeat doubles.

Volik parts his lips. And I close my eyes.

But he doesn’t bite me.

He shifts a few inches lower.

There’s a tug on the neckline of my sweater.

Then air greets my chest.

My hands fall away from his horns, and I lift my head to watch Volik use his fang to slice my sweater straight down the center.

The room vibrates.

Thunder rolls.

Volik lifts his gaze to mine as he grips the waistband of my skirt.

The bed frame creaks with every movement he makes.

My mind feels like it’s on the verge of fracturing.

Volik rips my skirt in half.

The air crackles, like the lightning outside is in the room with us.

Tingles skitter across my skin.

“I must see all of you, Mate.” He reaches up, and as though it’s made of paper, he tears my bra in half.

Black dots flicker in my periphery.

With his large hands, he grabs the material at my shoulders, and I shift, helping him to pull the ruined clothes off my body.

He sits back, kneeling at the end of the bed, and tosses my garments to the floor.

I’m naked before him. This man I don’t know. With just my drenched panties left to cover me.

I’ve never been more exposed.

I’ve never felt more incredible.

“Volik,” I whine.

My eyes fight to stay focused on his form.

On his body.

“I know.” Overheated palms glide up my thighs. “I am here.”

Fingers hook in the top band of my thong.

The moan that crawls out of my throat doesn’t sound like me.

Hardly sounds human.