Aria's pov……..
His palm grips the side of my neck, gentle but firm. He pushes his forehead against mine and his skin is burning.
“f**k. I can’t. . . I can’t handle this, Aria I said I would wait until after the war I told myself I’d wait. But I need you.”
I need him too. I need him to be rough with me, strong with me. I need him to rattle my uneasy soul, and give me something to focus my rage onto. I need to release this storm that’s building inside me before I find the Evil Alpha and throttle the despicable bastard.
I put my palm on his cheek. “Take me, then.”
A low groan sounds in his throat. He captures my mouth with his,and kisses me deeply, tenderly. I pull him closer to me, and wrap my legs around his waist.
“I can handle it. I can handle you.” I said
“Aria_ please.” His v
