Here is a list of things Dexmon intended to do: Serena.
He locked the door to their chambers, the sound of the bolt sliding home. Then he looked at her, and every intelligent thing he had planned to say evaporated like spit on a forge.
He crossed the room in three strides.
His mouth found hers before she could speak, and the kiss was different from every kiss that had come before it.
His hand fisted in her hair at the base of her skull, angling her mouth under his. She tasted like adrenaline and the word mine.
He had lost her tonight, searched for her in a dark forest with his wolf howling her name, found her, watched her dismantle a conspiracy, and was now putting his hands on her because the alternative didn't exist.
He pulled the tie from her hair and it fell, white and heavy, down her back.
He unzipped her training suit then pulled it down, off her body. Her hands found the zipper in his training suit too, and she pulled it down.
