Aside

Ava Wilson POV.

I can't help but admit that a part of me desires to have my panties stripped away and be consumed by him.

Every fibre of my being is screaming, craving to surrender to the depths of pleasure. It may not be the wisest choice, but his intoxicating scent and the fiery touch of his hands overpower my rational thoughts.

At this moment, I question if the practical side of me even exists. His touch ignites a wildfire within me, engulfing me in its passionate flames.

"Tell me your desires, and I may grant you more than you could ever imagine," he whispers in his deep, seductive voice.

My cheeks flush crimson, mirroring the rush of blood that coursed through my veins just moments ago.

Goodness! Is this the overwhelming sensation one experiences when they encounter their destined mate? I'm only 19 years old, yet my body burns with an intensity I've never known.

The passion in his voice fills me to the brim, pushing me to the edge of my desires.

My inner wolf may be unable to com