Logan's POV
Pauline's mouth showed the telltale signs of our earlier encounter, her lips bearing that familiar flush that made my pulse quicken.
The image threatened to shatter my remaining self-control.
Moisture from her recent shower darkened her hair where it pressed against her neck, and I found myself clutching the metal bedframe to prevent my body from moving forward on instinct. Every fiber of my being screamed to brush those damp strands away and press my mouth to that vulnerable spot where my claiming mark belonged.
Mine.
The possessive thought pounded through my veins like liquid fire.
I ached to pull her against me right there, to show her through touch and breath that she belonged to me. Not because of ancient moon magic or bonds I'd foolishly rejected before, but because she was the only woman I craved with every beat of my heart.
But rushing would ruin everything. This time, I had to prove myself worthy of each small step back into her world.
