Ch, 52 Coward

Mallory’s POV

Colton’s kiss stole the breath from my lungs and the heart from my chest. It was heat and desire and worshipful all at once. The need I felt coursing through the bond from him was mind-numbing and toe curling. I’d never felt so cherished or so powerful, like I was vital to his very existence.

With every heartbeat, my mind slammed me with warnings. Stop, thump, this, thump, now, thump! Bad, thump, idea, thump! But I couldn’t be bothered to listen. I might regret it later, but those gorgeous baby blues of his, and all the love they held . . . he might as well have locked me up and thrown away the key for all the hope I had of breaking free from the spell he had me under.

“Fuck!” He cursed against my swollen lips before sinking his teeth into the bottom one and tugging at it. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as you, love.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, too drunk on his intoxicating flavor as well to say more.

Colt’s tongue delved back in, less insistently this time, like