Margot POV
Rhett’s usual elegance had disappeared.
The man who was always controlled, precise, and almost painfully restrained was gone.
In his place was something wild. Something that wanted only one thing.
Me.
My fingers dug into the carpet as I tried to pull myself away.
It didn’t matter. His strength was overwhelming.
The surrounding scent grew heavier, and my body began reacting against my will.
Heat spread through me, confusing fear with instinct until I could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
I hated it. I hated that my body was betraying me.
Rhett’s breathing grew rougher.
His control was slipping.
The struggle became a blur of fear, instinct, scent, and pain.
I heard Henry shouting.
I heard myself crying.
Then everything disappeared into darkness.
