GABRIELLE

I hear the whisper of clothes being removed, and I can imagine that powerful, tall, and well-built body completely bare.

For some reason, the urge to see every inch of his skin floods my senses. I fantasize about how his manhood might look—the shape, the color, the size—and I swallow hard at the images my heated mind is conjuring.

I lower my head, feeling a little embarrassed. I need to control myself, or my scent will betray me. We’re mates, and just as that lustful aroma of apples a