Vincent.
A sly, slow smile spread across my face as I looked down at Anabel, watching the way her chest heaved with every unsteady breath. And surprisingly, despite everything, I found myself wanting more of her.
The primal urge was overwhelming; my wolf had long taken complete charge of my body and senses, driving us so fiercely that we had somehow found ourselves on the bed, wrapped in the quiet hum of our shared air.
Anabel immediately turned her face away from looking at me, refusing to meet my gaze as she deliberately rolled onto her side and presented her back to me.
Her sudden, cold withdrawal was a clear attempt to put up a wall between us. But for some reason, I simply didn't want to let her go. Refusing to grant her the distance she sought, I reached out and wrapped my arm firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest until there was no space left between us.
