FIONA
My lips touched his and the sound Ethan made in his throat was desperate and unholy. There were no other words to describe it. It was blasphemous in its intensity and in the way that completely unraveled me.
He gave me five seconds. Five seconds in which I allowed myself to bask in the headiness of knowing that I could turn this man, this big powerful Lycan breathless and insatiable.
Then his hands dropped to my waist and he griped my hips through fistfuls of my dress and dragged me tighter to him and when I gasped and his tongue slipped past my lips, all illusions I had about being in control crumbled beneath the assault of his kisses.
He kissed me like he wanted to taste every part of me with his mouth. I could taste his hunger and his need in the roughness sweetness of his
