Olivia's POV
The air around us seemed to shift, crackling with a heat and urgency that sent a shiver down my spine. Ethan’s eyes bore into mine, his wolf at the surface, a molten amber that matched the storm of emotions brewing within me.
The moonlight filtered through the clouds, bathing us in its glow, making the moment feel sacred.
His hand cupped my cheek, rough and warm, as his thumb traced a path that left tingles in its wake. “Olivia,” he murmured, his voice deep and raw, heavy with something I couldn’t quite name. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Neither could I.
The words hovered between us, unspoken but understood, as if the bond pulling us together had finally reached a tipping point. He surged forward, lips crashing against mine.
The kiss was a collision of passion and desperat
