Ariana’s POV
His lips crashed against mine before my next words could even escape. His arms wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss.
The lock of his lips was sweet yet firm, so much that I didn’t even have time to draw breath.
My body felt like melting butter in his arms—soft, weak, and wanting more—until his lips broke away from mine. His eyes met mine with such raw intensity that my mind went blank.
Then, before I could think or speak, his mouth was on mine again. This time slower. Gentler. Sweeter. One of his hands slipped to my lower back while the other gripped my waist, and a spark of heat spread through me.
My wolf stirred beneath my skin, craving more. Instinctively, I tugged at his shirt, my fingers tightening around the fabric—until he pulled a
