Sophia’s POV
My whole body was trembling. His lips tasted amazing. His scent surrounded me like a blanket. I was in heaven and I never wanted to leave.
But I had to.
I couldn't hurt him. I had to find a way to control my magic first. I had to find a way to get rid of the darkness first.
I needed to stop this. I needed to get away from him. One more taste of him and I would cave. I would let him mark me right here against the wall.
I stopped kissing him and leaned my head against the wall.
He looked at me and caressed my cheek.
“Fuck, Sophia,” he mumbled, leaning in and taking a deep breath.
His nose touched my jaw and my whole body shivered.
“Do you think that I am going to let you go?” he asked. “You are a treasure, Angel. I am not letting you go. I don’t give a shit about the past. I don’t give a shit about your magic. You are my mate. I am not giving you up.”