Rowan's POV
I kissed him, my lips crashing against his with a hunger I couldn't hide, my hands sliding to the sides of his face, fingers digging into his hair as I pulled him closer, the need to have him pressed against me overwhelming everything else.
Screaming that this was dangerous, that letting him in this deep would shatter the control I had spent my life building, that his tears and his trembling body were pulling at something in me I didn't want to feel, my heart pounding in a rhythm that felt wrong, too fast, too raw, too real.
This wasn't like any kiss I'd shared before, not the angry ones fueled by lust or fury where I pinned him down and took what I wanted without thinking, not the ones where passion overrode everything else.
This was slow and tender, my mouth moving again
