Sylvia’s POV
His name was a breathy whisper on my lips as Caesar took advantage of my need for air, his words a tantalizing promise against my skin.
"You've kept your wolf hidden for too long, my luna," he murmured.
Before I could process his words, his large hand gently covered my eyes, plunging me into darkness that only heightened my other senses. The leather seats of his luxury SUV creaked beneath us as he leaned in again, his masculine scent—pine and winter wind—overwhelming my senses.
My breath was stolen once more as his mouth claimed mine with possessive hunger. Our bodies tangled in the spacious back seat, my wolf howling with recognition beneath my skin.
"I've waited for this moment," he growled against my throat, his hands exploring the curves he'd only admired
