Ross's POV.
I pressed my lips to her forehead, feeling her relax into sleep. But my mind was a jumble of emotions - if I had fallen for her, or was I driven by a desire to claim her, to prove that she was mine and not Richard's?
She was breathtakingly beautiful, and I couldn't resist the urge to kiss her cheeks, feeling a thrill as she moaned softly.
I chuckled, my eyes crinkling at the corners, as she covered her face with the pillow.
Suddenly, I felt a primal urge to pin her against the wall, to feel her neck beneath my lips, to hear her moan with pleasure.
My wolf, Aaron, growled a warning - "Ross, this isn't the time" - but I couldn't help myself.
"I know, I know," I muttered, my voice barely audible, as I gently removed the pillow from her face, my fingers brushing against her s
