Yet he knew with chilling certainty: if he dared to breathe in the full, intoxicating scent of his wife, he would lose control. Completely.
Dark thoughts crept in.Wild, feral temptations. The notion of ravaging her, of sinking his teeth into her neck until the taste of blood flooded his mouth. It was a fantasy so dangerous, so forbidden… and yet so seductively real.
It was madness.
And yet it was so, so tempting.
“f**k…” he growled under his breath, his jaw tight with restraint.
Was this who he really was beneath the surface? A beast veiled in discipline? Had he spent all these years ignoring the storm that had quietly brewed beneath his calm exterior?
He had always prided himself on control, on patience, precision, and reason.
But Raellyn was undoing him, thread by thread, look by
