Selene’s POV

My fingers trembled as they clawed at his shirt, tugging it off with a desperation I couldn’t control. Heat was coiling inside me like fire, and whatever this was, it was burning through my veins, making me reckless.

His hands slid down, rough but sure, tugging my dress higher until I lifted my hips to help him. In one swift move, he stripped it away, leaving me bare except for my panties. My chest rose and fell, breathless.

“Little wolf,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin. The way he said it—low, possessive—made my entire body shudder.

His mouth trailed down slowly, until he was pressing kisses...