Noah's POV
Watching her cling to the blanket, looking flushed and defiant, did things to me I didn't want to name. She was chaos in human form.
We were different. She's soft where I was sharp, and she's stubborn where I demanded obedience.
I should have left her sleeping, but restraint wasn't my strength when it came to her. The way she reacted to my touch, acting both fearful and curious all at once, was more intoxicating than any drug.
The way she moaned, gasped, and scratched me with her nails like a wild cat turned me on more than anything or anyone before.
But when she suddenly talked about wanting to see her mother, something in me snapped back into control.
Maybe it was guilt or me getting back to rationality. Either way, I pulled away after hearing her soft voice, begging m
