‘Please.’
Zayn looked down at Lily, stunned. The self-control he’d been clinging to slipped away like water through his fingers. Zayn pulled Lily in, gently cradling her as they kissed. Her soft lips moved desperately against his, and he found himself returning the kiss with equal hunger.
The cramped pantry filled with her scent, sweet and intoxicating. The unmistakable scent of arousal. It clouded his mind and awakened his primal instincts. His wolf howled within him, demanding he claim what was his.
“Lily,” he gasped between kisses, his voice rough with need. “Are you sure?”
She answered by deepening the kiss, her tongue slipping between his lips. Zayn did the same, tasting her lips before exploring the inside of her mouth. He was never going to forget how sweet she tasted on his tongue.
