Miracle's POV
His kiss was a revelation. It didn't just warm me; it ignited a wildfire deep within, in a place I didn't even know could catch flame. Steve's kisses had been smooth, sometimes rough, always predictable. They were nice. Hardy's kiss was something else entirely—forbidden, dangerous, and utterly consuming.
His insistent mouth parted my lips, sending wild tremors through my body, evoking sensations I never knew I was capable of feeling. I pressed closer, clinging to him as if he were the only solid thing in a spinning world. His touch, his very presence, felt like a superpower, breathing life back into my lungs and momentarily banishing the hopelessness that had been my constant shadow. I was reluctant to let go, to break this spell.
But then I did it. A surge of something primal, something deeply wolf, overtook me. I sank my teeth into his lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to claim. To mark.
He pulled away instantly.
