Marcel’s pov
My arms moved to her waist, pulling her closer as her vanilla fragrance engulfed me. She felt small and comfortable, parting her soft lips slightly as I deepened the kiss.
A surprising warmth coursed through me, stirring my wolf and something else within me—something I hadn't felt in a long while.
As her hands moved over my chest, I felt their tremor, bringing me back to reality. I paused, catching myself.
"Christina," I said, my voice coming out in a low whisper. I took hold of her wrist, stopping her hands from moving any further, and held back slightly. Her eyes were shut, lips slightly swollen and still parted.
I groaned, resisting the urge to kiss her again. She was shaking badly.
"What are you doing?" I asked, brows furrowing.
Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears
