DONOVAN'S POV
When Amanda kissed me, the world stopped.
Her lips pressed against mine—soft, trembling, desperate. Then she pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes wet and glassy.
"Stay with me," she whispered.
Every wall I'd built shattered into dust. I crushed my mouth to hers, my hand sliding into her hair, holding her like I was afraid she'd disappear.
"I'm not going anywhere," I growled against her lips.
The kiss deepened. What started as something almost tender turned hungrier, needier. Her fingers clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer, and I let her. God help me, I let her.
She was mine. My mate. My bunny.
And I was done pretending I didn't want her.
My hands roamed her body—her back, her ribs, the swell of her hips. Every inch of her skin burne
