Theo was fighting with himself internally. The wolf inside wanted to rip her clothes to shreds and take her without any hesitation, without any chance for interruption, without any span of time left that threatened to separate them. That animal within was desperate and hungry and aching for her so badly it threatened to consume him entirely, and her words of wanting him made this frenzy spiral even higher.
But as much as Cora arched and pressed and pulled, she was delicate, too. He didn't want to scare her or hurt her. This was supposed to be sacred and precious, and he had told her that they would take it slow. But how was he supposed to? Goddess, when every part of him strained to make this complete in the midst of their dangerous circumstances. When the thought of Grayson edging his way into her heart and mind loomed.
