Chapter 40

Aisha's POV Simon's lips still burned on mine as he hovered above me, eyes dark with need. The air in the room was molten, thick with tension and the scent of him, clean, earthy, wolf. He was all man, the way he felt and the way he acted. A real man. With no experience to compare it with, my heart thundered as his fingers brushed over my hip, drawing a shiver from my spine. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, voice low and rough. "And I will." But I didn't want him to stop. He was the first person to uncover the hidden part of me that I didn't know was possible. He slowly peeled off the layers that I had. "I don't want you to." That was all the permission he needed. In one fluid motion, he slid the sheet off me and lowered his mouth to my throat, kissing, licking, nipping the skin until I gasped. My hands found his shoulders, tracing the heat of his muscles, fingers digging in as he descended, slowly, purposefully, peeling away every layer of hesitation I had left. His hands were everywhe