RONAN
If I let the wolf loose now—if I let him shove past the part of me that remembers lessons and control—I will break her. I’ve seen what I do when I stop filtering. I’ve felt the sharp pleasure of dominating until someone snaps. I’ve watched the edges of myself blur into something that doesn’t care, head only filled with the want to take and take and take.
I don’t want that to be her.
I think she senses it before I can speak as she slides back from below me so fast I almost fall with her. Then, she kneels on the bed and places her palms on my chest, her eyes fast and kind of wild, the way someone looks at a cliff edge and decides to jump anyway.
Then, she leans forward and kisses me like she means it — slow at first, then harder, claiming my mouth with the same reckless force she’
