Eira's POV
My entire body burned, as if my soul itself was set on fire. The cold water did nothing to soothe it, yet the instant he touched me, a wave of calming chill spread through me, wrapping around my senses like relief I had been craving.
I didn't want to think. I didn't want to resist. I only wanted the pain to end, and he was the answer my body had already chosen. I trusted him. Every word. Every promise.
When he said I wouldn't regret this night with him, my body believed him long before my mind could catch up. My wolf trusted him completely, responding to his presence, drowning in his scent, ready to give in to everything he was offering.
His eyes closed as his nose brushed against mine, a primal instinct taking over, a beast drawn helplessly to its mate's scent. I mirrored him, breathing him in, just before his lips crashed into mine with a hunger so fierce it stole the air from my lungs. My wolf purred in approval, eager, desperate, surrendering without hesitation.
