LEANDER'S POV
I hadn’t meant for it to go this far, I swear. Honestly, I hadn’t.
All I wanted was to hold her, to feel her like I’ve been dying to for so long. Even if it was just for a moment. A fleeting kiss, a brush of my lips against those lips that had tempted me longer than I dared admit, that was all it was supposed to be. A taste to quiet the ache gnawing at my chest, just something to calm my wolf that had been raging in my head.
But the moment my mouth found hers… goddess, I was lost. That was it, I was a goner.
She tasted nothing like I’d imagined, and believe me, I’d imagined it more times than I probably should. She tasted soft and warm, with that quiet sweetness buried under her walls of iron. It wasn’t just desire that pulled at me now, but something deeper, darker, and
