CONNOR POV
The world was still spinning from her.
From her taste on my tongue, from the way her body had clung to mine in the snow, from the way she’d begged for more even when I thought I had nothing left to give and then somehow pulled more out of me. Because I was made for her, built for her, born just to fill her until she couldn’t breathe without saying my name.
My mate.
My bun.
My everything.
She was lying on top of me now, her cheek against my chest, her breath slow and steady but her skin cold. Too cold. The snow around us was melting in the shape of our bodies, but that didn’t make her any warmer.
And the second I noticed the tremble in her fingers, the protective instinct inside me went feral.
“You’re freezing,” I growled, pulling her tighter against me, trying to cover h
