There were no other fleeting moments that would make me satisfied unless it was Lincoln's body that was pressed into mine. No lips that can make my body scorch, my moans that will turn harmonious, and a howl that my wolf would do whenever she was satisfied if it wasn't our mate that we were going to share with.
I cupped Lincoln's face and he pulled from the kiss while biting my lower lip. Our ragged breaths were in synchrony as the cold wind from the sea oozed into our skin, sending us a rush of chill. However, both of us care less about the weather because we wanted the same thing and we wouldn't last long if we went to our rooms.
Lincoln shut his eyes shortly and then looked up at me. He traced his tongue on my lips and the movements of his thumb made me part my lips in anticipation.
