Aurora's breath was still uneven as Marcus held her wrist, his eyes flickering with an emotion she couldn’t quite place. The tension between them was thick, suffocating, and for a moment, she thought he might just let her go.
But then—
His grip tightened.
His gaze dropped to her lips. And then, in a move so sudden, so dominating, Marcus yanked her closer.
His lips crashed onto hers.
Aurora barely had time to process before she felt his mouth move against hers, hungry, desperate, raw. His scent—intoxicating, woodsy, powerful—invaded her senses, drowning her in him.
Her knees nearly buckled.
Fuck.
She felt it deep in her soul—the possessiveness, the unspoken pain, the rage he had been bottling up inside.
He poured it all into the kiss.
His hand cupped the back of her neck, his fing
