Micah’s POV
The moment her lips touch mine, I come undone.
I can’t help the growl that escapes my throat as I match her kiss with a frenzied one of my own. My hand lifts up to tangle in her hair, fisting the dark tresses in my palm. The urge to possess her, make her mine, makes my blood burn and my eyes flash gold.
I bite her lower lip, causing her to moan in a way that does wonders for my ego. I can feel her get out of breath but it’s hard for me to move away. I angle my face to the side and slip my tongue in her mouth, massaging hers.
I want to devour her. I want to leave my mark on her skin so she can never remove my scent from her body.
Her fists curl around my coat’s lapels, pushing and pulling at the same time. We are hardly breathing now, needing air but forsaking it just the
