Writer’s POVIrish took a slow deliberate step forward, his gaze locked onto Ava with a look that sent a shiver down her spine. His fingers twitched at his sides aching to touch her. He had been forced to stay away from her all day because of the Alpha’s orders and it had driven him on the edge. Now, standing in front of her, he didn’t care about anything else.With one swift movement, he reached out, pulling Ava into his chest. His arms tightened around her, caging her in and making sure she couldn’t slip away. A deep satisfied breath escaped him as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. It was torture being apart from her. Ava sucked in a sharp breath, her hands pressing against his chest. “Irish,” she muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “Let me go.”But he didn’t.Her hand pushed harder against him because he was stronger, always had been, she struggled but her resistance only fueled his desire to hold her closer. “Irish, stop,” she tried again, her voice firmer.He t
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