Lorien’s POV
Lysaa was so damn beautiful.
The moment her soft voice filled the space between us, everything in me had screamed to take her—to claim her, to make her mine in every way imaginable. My rut raged within me, clawing at my control, demanding I give in to my basest instincts.
But I held back.
Just barely.
She was so small, so delicate, and everything in me knew I needed to be careful. She was mine, but she was also precious, something to be treasured—not broken.
Still, my patience had its limits.
“I honestly can’t wait,” I admitted, my voice a low growl, thick with hunger. My fingers traced the curve of her jaw, feeling the soft hitch in her breath. “I’ve been holding back for too long, Lysaa.”
I leaned in, letting my lips hover near her ear, my breath hot against her skin
