Her answering fierceness stole thought, reason and anything but the primal connection between them.
There were no words, and the kiss held on longer, hands moving across her as fingers slid out of her and guided him to her. Fierceness gripped him now, sheer need for the woman who made him whole. It had always been so.
Most of the time, he was quiet, soft, and needing.
He liked it that way. But every now and then, this wolf slipped out. was it the werewolf, or something deeper? he didn't know and right now, he didn't care.
As he shoved inside her, crying out, tears leaping to his eyes as his lips left hers ans he sank into her, shuddering breath hauled in by a gasping wide open mouth. Perfect. She was absolutely perfect.
He ground into her with a moaning cry, and then was kissing her again, wantonly, begging with kisses for her fierceness.