Marco’s POV
My heart rate accelerates, every inch of my skin trembles at her touch, and my body buzzes with desire as she pulls me in. But I only get a quick taste. Her soft kiss only lasts for a couple of seconds, before she pulls away again.
Not that I’m interested in ending it now. My thoughts are erratic, and the only thing I can focus on is her, my mate. My wolfish need for raw sex and my primal possessiveness override everything else. Fisting the collar of her top, I yank her towards me, causing a hitch in her breath before I begin sucking on her lips hungrily.
With her drunken state, there less rigidness or shyness in her movements. She doesn’t stop me, lacing her fingers round my neck as she kisses me back. I press my throbbing member against the fabric concealing her female parts and she reciprocates, slowly moving against me, forcing a growl to edge between my lips.
“Mine,” I whisper.
