Irina’s POV
His mouth on mine was everything and nothing like I expected. It was fierce and sudden, like a storm that had crept up from nowhere and decided to wreck the calm. His lips were rough—not the polished, careful kisses of some boy but the kind that belonged to someone who knew how to take and to hold. My knees went soft before my brain could even file the thought, and Theia squealed somewhere inside me, so loud I felt it reverberate through my ribs.
For a heartbeat, I thought about pulling away. For a heartbeat, I thought about every insult, every cold shoulder, every time he’d looked at me like I belonged in the dirt. Then his tongue pressed my lips, and something in me unclenched.
I’m not sure if it was because of the mate bond.
I’m not sure if it was because of the tingles
