*Ace*
I look down at my chest, surprised not to find the outline of Marguerite's palm burned into my flesh. When she began to remove her hand from where it had landed, I summoned up every ounce of willpower I possess not to press my free hand over hers and keep it in place, connecting her to me. My heart thuds so hard that she must have felt it against her fingertips.
I would wager all I own that she was as affected as I am. The black pupils of her eyes enlarged until they very nearly devoured the blue. Her lips parted as though in wonder, and I wanted to dip my head and take possession of that luscious mouth that haunts my dreams. I am still experiencing the tremors from the force required not to do so.
How does she have such power over me? No she-wolf has ever captured my attention li
