A small whimper began to form in the back of my throat as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. Goosebumps erupted up and down my arms as his stubble brushed my skin. "One question..." "Hmmm?" I squeaked. Paul's hands slid up under my thin sweatshirt, climbing up to cup my breasts gently. My head fell back to rest on his shoulder. His lips curled around my earlobe and I shivered. "Are you still mad at me?" he breathed. "Yes," I replied without hesitation. "One question..." I rolled my eyes and laughed a little. Only because he always said 'one question' and then proceeded to continue asking more, usually asking different versions of the same question until he got the desired answer. "Can I taste you?" ❤❤❤❤ Possessive Paul fights with his imprint during an ice storm. It seems there is one thing he can't stand, when she talks to other guys. Now they're trapped in his cabin with no options other than to fight or.... Ranked #5 in imprint story on 6-7-2020