Zayne’s POV
I took her mouth, no it was not gentle. It was a claiming and I felt the shock pass through her body. Her lips were soft, but they did not move at first. She was not returning the kiss so I pressed harder, demanding a response. This was not a request. This was me taking what the wolf inside me had demanded for days. The taste of her was clean. It was like fresh water after a long thirst.
My right hand, which held her thigh, tightened. I pulled the fine material of her skirt upward, bunching it high above her knee. I slid my fingers underneath the fabric, finding the soft skin of her inner leg. She made a small, choked sound against my mouth. It was a protest or a gasp. I did not care which it was. I only cared that she was reacting to me.
I moved my mouth from hers. I moved
