29- Torn Between Control and Chaos

I could barely think straight anymore. Every inch of me was on fire, my senses overloaded by the closeness of her, the scent of her, the feel of her hands moving across my skin. The bond was screaming at me, pulling me toward her, and I was losing the battle to resist.

With a sharp intake of breath, I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from my wound. Her skin was soft beneath my fingers, and the touch sent a jolt of heat through me, making my heart pound even harder.

“I warned you,” I growled, my voice rough, barely controlled.

Isabella’s eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, something shifted. The anger, the frustration, the fear—it all fell away and what remained was something darker, something more dangerous. My grip on her wrist tightened, and her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. She didn’t look afraid. She just stared at me with those wide, defiant eyes, challenging me even as my control slipped further away.

The bond was pulling me under, drowning out every r