Chapter Fifty-Seven
Pressing my lips against her forehead, I breathed in her scent. It was the same, but different. The strong lilac smell was now almost powdery, like decaying flowers. The smooth, sweet honey scent was still there, still calling to my wolf.
Her hands moved to my cheeks, and she pulled me down so that her lips met mine.
Her tongue pressed against the seam of my lips and I parted them. Giving into her, I brought my over hand to her hip. Pulling her closer to me.
I just needed her to be near me.
The kiss grew deeper and my head started to swim, but I wasn’t ready to break off the contact with my mate. There was a sharp snapping, and I felt a brief flash of pain in my lower lip.
Pulling back, I sucked in a breath, bringing my fingertips to my lip. I looked at Nevie
