Orvyn's POV
I dipped my head to taste the floral flavours between her parted lips. She was the perfect description of drop-dead gorgeous. Her crimson hair was wound up across her shoulders in waves, casting a dense shadow on the narrow column of her neck.
She met my lips halfway, offering herself willingly to me. My wolf lunged on a rampart to take her whole. I could feel it pumping more healing juice all through my body at the contact of Olive's lips on mine. Our tongues lapped madly in a wild dance and I knew she wanted me as I do her. I slipped my left hand over her shoulder and clasped the back of her neck in a firm but tender grip.
Jesus! How I missed this female!
A desirous moan from her precipitated a guttural groan from me. The days without Olive were the most depressing days
