Celeste
He lowered himself over me and his mouth found mine.
The kiss started gentle. Warm. The careful tenderness of a man who knew he was touching something precious. His lips moved against mine slowly, learning the shape of me, the way I responded, the small sounds I made when his mouth found the corner of my jaw.
I could feel his wolf pressing up against his skin so hard the heat of it came through his shirt and into my palms where they rested on his chest. My wolf answered, rising inside me, pressing toward him with a longing that went deeper than want. This was the bond. This was the pull that had drawn us together across two lifetimes. The wolves had waited for this moment longer than either of us had been alive.
“I need you to know something,” Darien said against my mouth. His
