Ella’s POV
I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his touch bloom over me. But even with every cell in my body screaming yes, my voice betrayed the storm inside.
“I’m scared.” I admitted.
He froze. And just like that, the spell broke. His chest heaved, jaw clenched so tight I thought he’d break his own teeth. But he pulled back.
“Good.” He said, voice rough. “You should be.”
I opened my eyes to find his gaze locked on mine. But this time, the storm had shifted. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t disappointed.
His hand was still at my throat, possessive, not gentle. His grip wasn’t bruising , but it was a warning.
“I could mark you right now.” He said, his voice low, almost a threat. “You wouldn’t stop me.”
My breath hitched. I hated that he was right. My body ached for him. The bon
