I was sitting but it seemed like I was on my toes, anticipation buzzed through my veins. But then, with a teasing chuckle, he pulled the glass away.
"Such a clumsy wolf," he murmured, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.
It was then I felt a bead of water clung to the corner of my lips. He reached out his thumb and brushed it against the wet spot with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down my spine.
"Seems I'll have to mend that mistake." He groaned as though this was such heavy work, his gaze dropping to my lips.
Before I could even stammer a reply, his face dipped towards mine. And then, his lips met mine.
The kiss came as demanding as always. It came as a possession. His lips were firm, almost harsh, yet there was an undercurrent of tenderness in them that left me breathless.
