~Marcelline's P.O.V.~
Wolfgang grabbed a fistful of my hair in one hand, tugging my head backwards as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. He wrapped his opposite arm around my waist and pressed me impossibly closer to him. In this position I felt completely at his mercy. There was nowhere for me to run. Nowhere for me to escape or even to breathe my own air. Alaska purred within my soul. She was quite fond of our current position. On one hand I felt the same type of emotions. Excitement. Lust. Love. Relief. Safe. However, on the other hand I felt trapped. My heart was beating out of control inside my chest. I had never felt so conflicted in my life. My lips hardly moved with the urgency that my lovely mate was going. He must have sensed my nervous behavior, because his lips separated
