Lawrence.
The moment her lips brushed against the sensitive shell of my ear, a violent, electric tremor coursed straight down my spine. The warm whisper of her voice was like a match thrown into dry brushwood, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both.
"You are all mine!"
Those five words echoed through the hollow chambers of my mind, reverberating with an intensity that shattered whatever fragile composure I had left.
I was losing control, rapidly slipping into the dark, primal depths of my instincts. And I wasn't alone in my descent. Deep within me, my wolf clawed at the surface, thrashing against his chains, equally intoxicated by her scent and her sudden, fierce declaration. A dark, possessive urge flared to life; those words were a beautiful provocation, and I wanted so desperately to punish her mouth for uttering them.
