Chapter 15

Blossom POV.

Just as quickly, I had scolded myself for those thoughts. I had assured myself I would remain devoted to my love, Eliza, and banished images of Dean. But despite my efforts, thoughts of him kept slipping back into my mind, suggesting this was more than mere lust.

I felt Dean mark me, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine. I was truly to be his mate; there was no turning back once I bore his mark. I sensed his hand travel down my neck to my shoulder blades and then to the small of my back as he pulled me closer, leaning in ever so often to let me feel the intensity of his growing passion.

My body responded to him as he lightly traced the tip of his tongue across my skin. When he finally reached my mouth, he kissed me hard. I felt his tongue, his teeth, and the roughness of his beard. Although he held me gently, careful not to bruise me, there were moments I struggled to catch my breath. As he kissed me fiercely, his tongue parted my lips, and I pressed my mouth against