Lana's P.O.V. Oliver's muscles tensed as he stared down at me, his beast at the surface but patiently waiting. It was as if he were holding his breath in anticipation. "Do you?" I asked again, stepping up on my toes to get closer to him. Oliver lowered himself, his hands landing on my hips, giving me full access to the area where I would mark him. I brushed my lips along the skin, feeling a primal urge coming forward, trying to compel me to bite down into his soft flesh and claim him as mine. "Lana," He growled, his fingertips digging into my hips. "Don't tease me. I don't think you understand how long I have waited for this moment. I want to be yours as much as you are mine." I pulled back, glancing up at his eyes, amazed at their beauty as they shifted from black to forest green. My hand moved up to grab the back of his head. "You are mine," I whispered as I pulled his face down, capturing his lips. Oliver slid his hands from my hips to the back of my thighs, lifting me from the
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