Our romance was explosive.


Combustible.


Electrifying.


We were magnets, opposites so attracted to each other it was on a whole other level.


He was possessive of me, like a lion guarding the gazelle after he’d caught it... devoured it.


Z was jealous, pushing that emotion so deep no man ever dared even look at me when he was near.


And the way he touched me, licked me, nuzzled my neck as he scented me, made me feel like I slept beside a predator, one who claimed me irrevocably until I knew there would never be anyone else for me. He was all man, but I swore he housed an inner ruthless animal deep within.


I was Z’s.
He was mine.


And if this was what drowning felt like, I never wanted to reach the surface.


Lena’s note: This one is a fast, down and dirty story that lets you know exactly where it’s going… if you know what I mean. No drama of any kind to get in the way of the juicy bits (pun intended). Just a good old-fashioned smut-fest with a HEA! Enjoy.