FEDORA’S POV
Instinctively, I reached out, yearning to touch him, but before I could, Lorcan regained control of the kiss, snapping me back to reality. His kiss was everything but gentle. It was bruising, it was brutal but at the same time, it was hot and out of this world.
My hands, which had been reaching for Oscar, landed on Lorcan's face instead. At that moment, something shifted between us. Lorcan deepened the kiss making it difficult for me to even breathe, forcefully claiming me as his. The kiss lacked the warmth and tenderness that Oscar's gaze had evoked inside me, I longed for that warmth. This kiss held nothing but anger and resentment. It felt more like a punishment than an expression of desire. I resisted, my brain urging me to pull away but the mate bond tried convincing me
