Roland's POVMira resisted the kiss at first, clutching my shirt's collar and trying to push me away. I could feel the sheer strength behind her grip; the suppressed energy. Mira was a powerful wolf in every way.However, I felt as though releasing her lips would mean sudden death for me. In the space of a few hours, this woman felt as pivotal to my life as someone I'd known my entire life.A whimper slipped from her lips, and I felt my wolf growl in satisfaction. Pulling her closer, I dug my fingers into her waist, pressing her against my torso. I could feel every curve and every arc that made her subliminally woman. She was beautiful in and out, and I felt myself reacting to her body against mine.Finally, Mira let go of her restraints and collapsed against me, as supple and as boneless as ever. She surrendered herself to the pressure of my kiss, and I backed her up against the wall, pressing kisses against her lips, her neck, her face.“Don't fight me, Mira,” I murmured. "Don't fig
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