(Selene)
The moment I came home, I knew I had made a mistake. Not because I regretted what happened with Alexander—I didn’t. I never would. But because of how I felt afterward. It was like something was about to happen, something I couldn’t stop, and I hated that feeling.
My skin still burned where he touched me. My lips tingled from his rough kisses. My body still ached for more. No matter how many times I tried to stop thinking about him, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted him.
It should have made me angry. Maybe it did. But not because I didn’t want him. Because I did. I wanted him too much. More than I should. More than was safe.
He was mine.
The way he grabbed me, the way his hands claimed me, the way his lips owned me—I had never felt anything like it before. It made me feel
