Cora turned into his gentle touch that rose to her face, a bright fire lighting inside of her at the sudden thrill of his skin running along hers. Her breath quickened at the impulse that was commanding every fiber of her being now.
She needed to be with him. She needed to hold him and explore him and tuck herself into him—become one with this deeply spiritual connection that was pulling her like nothing she had ever felt.
"Mate," he repeated back to her in a gruff whisper, and her heart skipped at the sound, recognizing it though she had never heard it before.
She pressed herself against the bars, willing herself to cross the barrier to be with him, but she couldn't. She grasped for him instead, running her hands and her gaze along his body that was bare to her, her breath shuddering at how perfect he was. She had never seen a male so perfect, and she wanted all of him to herself.
