Danika P.O.V.

A shiver wrapped up all the way from my spine to my head, making me lose my sense of rationality. His lips were still as soft and full as I could remember, and a scent of earthy and floral complemented the heated kiss. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who had been starved of his mate. Was I as well? I didn’t have the energy to think again, because right now I was only following my instincts. I drew him closer.

If I could, I felt like melting into him and finally becoming one with him. His kisses were rough and hard, but calculated. It was a kiss...