Lucia's breath came in soft, hurried puffs as she leaned into Nicholo, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. The moonlight streamed through the trees, casting a silvery glow over their secluded spot in the forest. They'd stolen away from the pack once again, finding solace in each other's arms.
Nicholo's fingers trailed through her dark hair, and he pulled her closer, savoring the warmth of her body against his. The intensity of their kisses deepened, a mix of yearning and restraint simmering between them. Despite the desire that surged within him, Nicholo knew he had to hold back. He had to protect Lucia from the full extent of his wolfish nature.
Reluctantly, Nicholo pulled away, his breath ragged. "We should get you home," he murmured, his voice thick with the effort of self-control
