“It's time to wake up.”
“Hana, don't –”
She shook her head at him. “I won't. Not now. Not until this is over.”
She stepped closer to him. “My Rogue,” she murmured, her voice heavy, stroking his cheek. “For the moment, you are still mine, no?” Her eyes moved back to his.
His eyes searched hers.
He stepped forward.
“I am yours, my Rogue,” he rumbled, “and you are mine,” he growled, reaching for her.
Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, and she pressed his lips to hers as his tongue searched for hers.
She ripped his vest off, and he tore hers away. Like starving creatures, they dove into each other, away from everyone and everything.
Her wolf took over, and Castian did not back down. Her pale eyes came down as she rode him; he held her gaze.
“Mate,” she growled. “Where is
