"I’m sure, Thorne," Maren whispered.
My eyes dropped again to the curve of her breasts, which were rising and falling frantically under the black lace.
Fenris's instinct roared, demanding that I bury my face in that white skin, that I mark her and make her mine until the whole world knew who she belonged to; but a part of me, the most rational and protective part, stopped me.
I saw the slight doubt in the depths of her pupils, the vulnerability of a girl giving herself to the man who had destroyed her a thousand times before this moment.
I couldn't do it like this. I couldn't possess her while the ghost of my rejection still floated between us.
She deserved to know what was behind every slight, every icy look.
I needed her to understand that my rejection was not due to a lack of hu
