Demetrius let out a low, breathy laugh, his eyes tracking the intensity in mine. He didn't fight my hold, even though we both knew he could break it if he truly wanted to. Instead, he seemed to be savoring the sheer weight of me over him.
"It’s more than just the magic, isn't it?" he asked, his hands moving to grip my waist, his thumbs tracing the line of my hips through the soft fabric of my clothes. "I can feel her. Your wolf... she isn't trapped anymore."
I nodded, feeling a surge of that bottomless stamina pulse through my veins. "She's not. The block didn't just hide my magic; it was a cage for her, too. But now..." I leaned closer, my heart thumping a steady, powerful rhythm against his chest. "Now she’s a part of every breath I take."
"I can tell," he murmured, his grip tightenin
