Caesar's POV
But Jane didn't stop. She struggled against my hold, twisting, her hand clawing at my wrist, trying to pry me off with a strength fueled by fury. It should've made me angry. Instead, it made my pulse spike in ways I hadn't expected. Every sharp breath and every tremor that rippled through her body thrilled me. I loved the fight. Loved the fire in her veins. Loved the way she tried to pull away, desperate to prove she could resist me even when her body told a different story.
Her pulse thudded beneath my hand, wild and uneven, each frantic beat drumming against my skin. Her fingers dug against my wrist as if sheer force could make me release her. Her breath was ragged, trembling with defiance that only fed the hunger curling low in my chest. I felt all of her resistance, ever
