Eleanor's POV
My body straightened up.
The man's palm controlled my waist. He bent his head, tore, and kissed my lips.
I made a vague voice and reached out to push him, but I wasn't strong enough to push him away. I turned my head to avoid his kiss, but he grabbed my jaw and turned it back.
There was a special smell on him. I couldn't tell what it was, but this smell made me feel a little strange.
It was said that every werewolf had a special smell. They judged their partner according to this smell too.
He aggressively pried open my lips, hooked my tongue, and tangled with him. I was suffocating. I felt his hand stroking down my back.
He seemed to want to take off my pants. I remembered everything I had encountered in the underground parking lot at that moment.
No, it couldn't go
