POV: Ameera
He locked his hand on my hair, dragging it hard to force me to look at him. I waited to be hit and punished, I shut my eyes firmly, waiting for the pain, but it didn’t come. All I felt was the warmth from his gaze as he looked at me. I opened my eyes to peek at him, and I saw him looking at me strangely. It was as if he was having an internal battle with his wolf. I wanted to take advantage of the situation and sneak off, but he pulled me back and held me in his arms, caressing my hair.
“See what you do to me, Meera. You are f*****g driving me insane,” he murmured softly, leaning to kiss my lips.
“When I’m around you, I feel complete. It feels like I can never last a day without you. What the hell have you done to me?” I still thought he was faking it to put my mind at least
