Then he pulled her toward him and captured her mouth. The kiss was not gentle. It was not patient. It was a collision.
A battle fought through years of longing, anger, regret, and desire.
The taste of dark wine mixed with salt and old memories as everything they had spent years suppressing exploded between them.
Tessa's fingers tangled instinctively in the fabric of his sweater.
For one impossible moment she no longer knew whether she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
The wolf inside her had already made its choice.
It recognized its Alpha. It welcomed him. It ignored every wound and every betrayal.
Roman finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily.
His forehead rested against hers.
For several seconds neither of them spoke.
Then his voice emerged rough and dangerous.
“I
