Brantley growled as his lips searched for hers in this moment of frenzy. He was using every last bit of his willpower not to shred her clothes or tear her down madly, roughly. He needed her to trust him, he needed her to know that she could unleash her wolf and that he was ready for her.
He licked her lips and grazed them with his fangs repeatedly seeking permission to open them, to delve inside her mouth. The wait was maddening and she whimpered as she opened her mouth. Brantley plunged his tongue in to meet hers. His kiss deepened. He wanted her to surrender to his dominance and at the same time surrender to her. He could sense the urgency in her to possess him, need him and he wanted to roar with pleasure, with contentment and with satisfaction.
