“Do you want a man in your bed?” he murmured, his thumb stroking higher until he found the silk she wore. He hissed in a breath. “Fine!” she said in a strangled tone. “I’ll tell you. I do want one. But it’ll never be you.” “Why no’ me?” “I-I’ve heard about your kind. I know that you get mindless and savage, scratching and biting like animals.” “What’s wrong with that?”
