Veronica POV
His mouth slammed onto hers. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.
It was passion and anger and raw need—so raw it made her dizzy.
She gasped into the kiss, but he only pulled her closer, his tongue sweeping in, tasting her like he’d waited years for this moment. Her hands found his bare shoulders—damp from his shower, hot from his skin. She clung to him, her heart racing so hard it echoed in her ears.
The mate bond sparks rolled through her, making her desire impossibly worse.
His mouth moved to her jaw, then lower—to her neck. He bit her gently, just enough to make her gasp again, then soothed the spot with his tongue. She arched into him, her breath hitching.
“I never stripped,” she whispered, her voice shaking—not with fear, but from how badly she wanted him to keep goi
