Delilah's POV
For one frozen moment, nobody moved. The forest held its breath around us while moonlight painted my naked skin silver and the distant sounds of the bonfire celebration felt like they belonged to another world entirely.
Then Dante's control shattered.
He crossed the distance between us in one fluid motion and his hand wrapped around my throat in a grip that was possessive without being painful. His other hand tangled in my hair while he pulled my face up to his, and when his lips crashed against mine, the kiss was absolutely devastating.
This wasn't the desperate claiming from moments ago. This was pure hunger unleashed, months of fighting and denial and wanting exploding between us. His tongue invaded my mouth while his hand tightened on my throat just enough to make my
