{"The beast within is not a curse,it's a truth too raw for the world to bear."}
FREY'S POV
The moment we stepped into Tor's home, the door shut behind us with a soft thud—and then I was against it, his body pressing into mine, firm, warm, and familiar. His hands pinned mine beside my head, and before I could even catch a breath, his mouth was on mine.
Gods, hunger. It was not just wanted. It was needed. Like every moment we had spent apart, every battle we had fought, every secret we had carried had only built to this: the press of his lips against mine, the claiming heat of his body. I groaned into the kiss, arching toward him as his grip tightened just enough to make me feel his strength. Tor kissed like a storm breaking a clash of fire and need, teeth grazing, tongues tangling. His scent wrapped around me, pine and mountain wind and something uniquely his that made my head spin.
