~ KILLIAN ~
I’m fighting my damn instincts, holding my wolf on a tight leash—but hell, Tess smells too damn good. Too sweet. Too fucking tempting. There’s a glow to her now, like moonlight dancing on skin, radiant and otherworldly. It’s like my very presence draws the light from her, feeding something ancient inside me.
"Killian, please," she whispers, her voice barely audible—soft, broken, yet full of need.
The sound slices through me. I groan, the sound torn from deep in my chest, and cup the back of her head. Her red hair slides through my fingers like silk, warm and soft. I close the space between us in one breathless moment and crush my mouth to hers.
Her lips part without hesitation, warm and pliant. When her tongue flicks out to meet mine, it’s like touching fire—hot, electric, impossible to ignore. I devour her with slow, aching strokes. My groan rumbles against her mouth, and the air punches from my lungs. She tastes like heat and honey, like something sacred I’ve bee
