The moment my lips met his, the last thread snapped.
Dane's hands found my waist instantly, gripping with a force that stole the air straight from my lungs. The heat radiating off his body was staggering, like standing too close to an open flame and every inch of my skin felt it.
Beneath my palms pressed against his chest, his heart slammed violently.
Not the steady, controlled rhythm I knew.
Something else entirely.
Something beastly.
His mouth crashed against mine before I could breathe, consuming every thought in my head. His hands moved with a restlessness I had never felt from him before, gripping and releasing and gripping again, like he couldn't decide whether to hold me still or pull me closer.
Like he was fighting so hard to restrain his wolf.
He pulled me closer. He lost.
